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Animus II

“Men can be dangerous, like in the song ’Datura’ about how sometimes they can bring you gold and sometimes they can be the bearer of poison. The plant Datura is a hallucinogen and it’s like men. If you get the right amount you’ll walk into the garden and become a woman, but if too much seeps in in the wrong way and at the wrong time – it’ll kill you.” – Tori Amos (Attitude Magazine, November 1999)

he knew what he liked
and what he liked was me

he was lightning, sardine lip at my neck
and bursting cherry at the knees
all of him locked tight, teeth clenched

he was hot bread, boy sank so smooth
in my throat, he took me hard
beneath the willow tree and never spoke

he was earth, traced whatever was
left of my body in mud, in patterns
that recalled hieroglyphs and runes

his fingers were cold and his belly was hard
his lips were blue and his name was sour
his hunger was old and his breath was bruised

oh, he was a seedy prince, a carnivorous
ghost, and i’d wrench my way past his tongue

to get some of that magic
to be his, his all over again.

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Oh You Pretty Things

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For my girls

P.S Sorry these are so late, I’m currently using my iPhone as a modem :/

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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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Dance Your Way to Worlds Untouched: Another Playlist

This post was inspired by the playlist that Jessa made for this week’s theme. Music transports me to another plane of conciousness, and it got me thinking about the places that I go when I listen to these kinds of songs. So here’s a playlist I have made of tunes that take me out of the grind and into other worlds of magic, beauty, light and darkness.

Sigur Ros:  Saegolpur
I am walking through a forest covered in snow. I can hear the crunching of it under my feet, and there are crows above me in the trees, their eyes to the sky and their beaks open and they are making the strangest noises, of static, of clocks ticking.
There are shapes moving in between the trees, dark shapes with glowing green eyes.

As I approach them, moving deeper into the thicker parts of the forest, they begin to move faster, circling me, faster and faster until my feet are lifted off the ground. I am born up through the canopy by the mysterious shapes, and soon I am flying, over snow-capped mountains, across forest, and ocean.
I am so overwhelmed by the beauty of it all that I do not notice we are being chased. Bright colours are exploding around us, clouds of dust like the ones you see in India. The sky cracks open with thunder and lightning, and all that I feel in that moment swells up in my chest and bursts forth from my mouth.
The shapes that bore me lay me down gently on the peak of the highest mountain, and I am watching them leave with the piece of my soul in tow.
I am waving goodbye.

Yes Anastasia: Tori Amos
I am running. Through streets of a city that I know but the streets does not look familiar to me. My dress is red silk but it is torn in many places and my hair is long, falling out and down my back. I am climbing over fences and through people’s backyards and my hands are streaked with blood and mud. I reach the edge of the city, where the old, stone sewers meet the ocean. I climb up to the lip of the sewer, and turn to face my pursuer; I can barely make him out in the darkness; I see red eyes, steam rising from his nostrils, and his feet, which shine in the moonlight but look more like hooves than polished leather shoes.  
I take a breath, and dive heard first into the sea.

Shake It Out: Florence and the Machine
I am at a party and I am the only human being there. There are foxes dressed like the 10th Doctor, wolves dressed in leather jackets and combat boots, birds of paradise wearing nothing but jewels and lace and panther wearing an authentic Japanese silk kimono. I am wearing a peacock green dress with real feathers in my hair. We are all drinking champagne and dancing like wild animals.

Running Up That Hill: Kate Bush
All I see when I listen to this song is this. I hope you enjoy it as much as I do.

Dirty Paws: Of Monsters and Men
This is such a story song that I am always transported to the world of the creatures of snow. Listen to it and then tell me what the world looks like for you.

Urge for Going: Joni Mitchell
I am sitting on the roof my house watching the seasons change. There is a weather vein with a large golden angel top it. It turns to face me when there is a north easterly wind.
I am watching people come and go; it is winter now, and some of the people are leaving to chase down the summer. I want to follow them but I can’t, because the angel hasn’t given me my wings yet.

Bloodbuzz Ohio: The National
I have the ability to dissolve my body into a cloud of free particles that move about like a swarm of bees, and I use this power to travel the world.

The Gentle Roar: Niki and the Dove
I am a street urchin living on an abandoned train platform, and we’re performing a ritual dance to protect us from an unknown darkness hiding in the tunnels. There is a fire burning and the air smells sweet and we have painted sigils on each other, talismans for protection with glow in the dark paint.  

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