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This may be of interest to some of y'all!

This would have been of great interest to Aaron Schwarz

A lot of us learned certain theory terms--intersectionality, compulsory heterosexuality, Death of the Author--on social media. It's great to be able to discuss them! But it's important to know what you're discussing.

Kimberlé Crenshaw was the Black feminist scholar who coined the term "intersectionality." You can read her initial article coining and describing the theory "Demarginalizing the Intersection of Race and Sex: A Black Feminist Critique of Antidiscrimination Doctrine, Feminist Theory and Antiracist Politics" (1989), her follow-up article expanding on it "Mapping the Margins: Intersectionality, Identity Politics, and Violence against Women of Color" (1991), and a (shorter and easier to read) interview with her about what she meant and what she thinks about it "Kimberlé Crenshaw on Intersectionality, More than Two Decades Later" (2017).

Adrienne Rich was the lesbian feminist scholar and poet who coined the term "compulsory heterosexuality" in her article "Compulsory Heterosexuality and Lesbian Existence" (1980).

Roland Barthes was a French literary critic who coined the term "death of the author" in his essay "La mort de l'auteur" (The Death of the Author") (1967). This one is 6 pages long.

These are available on the internet - I highly recommend reading them and going straight to the source of what the authors said, and decide how much you agree with them and the uses they get put to!

Quick tips for writing Sleep Deprivation 

Memory becomes absolute garbage. Like “why am I in the kitchen?” garbage. “What was I saying?” garbage. Their brain is running on buffering screens and regret.

Fine motor skills? Ha. They’re dropping everything. Pens. Phones. Entire moral compass. They’re basically a malfunctioning claw machine.

Hallucinations creep in. That jacket on the chair? Suddenly a person. That noise? Definitely doom. Everything becomes mildly haunted.

Time gets weird. Five minutes feel like a year. A full hour disappears and they swear they blinked wrong.

Irritation skyrockets. They get mad at chairs. At air. At gravity. At the audacity of other humans continuing to exist.

Their voice sounds weird. Slow, scratchy, like they swallowed sand.

They walk like a drunk baby giraffe. Walls suddenly jump closer. Floors rise unexpectedly. Coordination said: “I’m out.”

Zoning out becomes a hobby. They stare at random objects like they’re trying to understand quantum mechanics.

Vision blurs in and out. Like someone smeared Vaseline over their eyeballs out of spite.

Their body just hurts. Not a dramatic pain, just the “why does my skeleton feel like it’s buzzing?” pain.

Food cravings go feral. They’d fight someone for a stale cookie.

Terrible choices. They will absolutely say “I’m fine” while making decisions that end in disaster.

Random emotional implosions. Crying because their sock feels wrong? Yes.

Cold hands. Cold feet. Cold heart. (Okay maybe not the last one, but it feels like it.)

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““I had a chance to read a copy of The Well of Loneliness that had been translated into Polish before I was taken into the camps. I was a young girl at the time, around twelve or thirteen, and one of the ways I survived in the camp was by remembering that book. I wanted to live long enough to kiss a woman.””

— A Jewish woman, in a conversation at the Lesbian Herstory Archives, quoted by Joan Nestle, in the Lesbian Herstory Archives Newsletter, June 1992 via the amazing dykesanddykery (via friendlyangryfeminist)

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