I have never been able to understand people with consistent lives – people who, for example, grow up in a liberal Catholic household and stay that way; or who in junior high school are already laying down a record on which to run for president one day. Imagine having no discarded personalities, no vestigial selves, no visible ruptures with yourself, no gulf of self-forgetfulness, nothing that requires explanation, no alien version of yourself that requires humor and accommodation. What kind of life is that?

Michael Warner, “Tongues Untied” in Curiouser: On the Queerness of Children (216)

alrnalexia:

my favorite tumblr feature is where you click on an audio post and rather than play the song it gives you three minutes of solid silence in which to contemplate why the hell you’re using the html equivalent of frankenstein’s decaying broken monster