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[sic] playlist: wild

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Go Wild!

Listen here: Kindred Collective: Wild

I am loving this theme so much. I’ve been thinking about all of my wild times, my past, riding in cars with boys, kisses at 4am, stomping and screaming, throwing fits, smoking cigarettes, downing shots, loving every fucked up minute of it, going crazy. This playlist is kind of a mixed bag of rock, dance and juuuust a little bit of pop, but it all speaks to me. It brings me to that place where I can be free, where my creativity lives and breathes. Oh, and speaking of, here’s a poem I wrote while feeling caged this week. I honor the beast within. We will make beautiful things together.

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I was going to fix these photos but decided not to because I’m fucking sick of perfection. Here’s the text, all typed out so you can read it clearly:

wild.

snarling beast

in the hollow of my throat

you are so angry

mauling my nerves

to a pulp

treading on my stomach

filthy paw prints on my chest

i am trying to save you

and save myself

but you are so temperamental

you still howl at the moon

and i like it

the way my mouth forms a round little

o

as i submit to your will

run

run through concrete jungles

under neon nights

a million fluorescent moons beckon

yet i keep you here

in this goddamn cage

all painted up

reminding you of what you’re missing

you claw at me from within and

mark the days of captivity on the

underside of my flesh.

And, finally, how I’m feeling about a lot of the negative bullshit and feeling trapped in my life:

had_it

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[sic] theme: girls.

Girls. Women. Ladies. Witches, bitches, brujas, pendejas. Wonder Woman, Black Widow, Supergirl, Powerpuff Girls. Girly shows, drag queens, burlesque. Madonna, Lady Gaga, Lita Ford, Taylor Swift, Courtney Love, Gwen Stefani, virgin/whore. A brilliant mix of everything. Sugar, spice, everything nice, with a splash of absinthe. Princesses, prima donnas, sluts, prudes. Mommy, Amazon warrior, breadwinner, housewife. Fat bottom girl, skinny little bitch. Baby makers, birth controllers. We are so many things, or at least we are expected to be. Growing up in a household full of women, where men and boys were guests but never the main attraction, I am fascinated by the perceptions of women in society. My sisters’ birthdays are this week, so of course I have the girls and women that have shaped my life on the brain. Give it to me, members of the Collective! What do women mean to you? Who are the girls in your life? Give me stories of your inner children, mommyhood, bridezillas (talk about stereotypes!). Talk to me about the vagina, menstruation, sex, oppression, freedom, breast-feeding, girls’ night out–or in. Whatever the word “girls” sparks to you, bring it! (Even, yes, the show, which I will be discussing later in the week.) This goes for you too, dear reader. Comment, debate, let’s get this rolling.

Do you think I would leave you without some inspiration music? As if! This is for my sisters, two awesome, classy broads, and my niece, the coolest 11-year-old on the planet. They are truly my best girls.

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who run the world? you already know.

Listen here: Kindred Collective: Girls

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[sic] playlist: heightened states of consciousness

[sic] playlist: heightened states of consciousness

Some songs have this magical way of helping you become conscious of both what is happening inside of you and the world around you. It’s a beautiful marriage. Here, a playlist, perfect for an hour of wandering, meandering, and reflecting:

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by | January 12, 2013 · 10:32 pm