Artistic expression, expanded beyond recognition from the grudging gifts offered by the masters as a token substitute for freedom from bondage, therefore becomes the means towards both individual self-fashioning and communal liberation. Poeis and politics begin to coexist in novel forms--autobiographical writing, special and uniquely of manipulating spoken language, and, above all, music. All three have overflowed from the containers that the modern nation state provides for them.
In answer to that rhetorical question up above, probably not, but a boi can hope<3
And it makes me hurt because even the black boys aren’t attracted to me, even the Latino boys. At the same time, only white boys have been nice to me. I’m also not looking for white validation, I don’t need them to validate me. I just wanna have sex with them.
I like how their bodies look, I like how their skin looks and I’m not afraid to admit that. And maybe I am exoticizing them and maybe I’m not. But can white people be exoticized, you know?
Was lucky enough to get hipped to both that blazing new Specter album and this truly inspired effort by Italy’s DJ Khalab in the same week, but the latter has been taking me infinitely longer to fit into words. This subtle effort is a quality 2Bridges jammer that has been keeping the autumnal midwestern vibes on the bucolic side.