Male fantasies, male fantasies, is everything run by male fantasies? Up on a pedestal or down on your knees, it’s all a male fantasy: that you’re strong enough to take what they dish out, or else too weak to do anything about it. Even pretending you aren’t catering to male fantasies is a male fantasy: pretending you’re unseen, pretending you have a life of your own, that you can wash your feet and comb your hair unconscious of the ever-present watcher peering through the keyhole, peering through the keyhole in your own head, if nowhere else. You are a woman with a man inside watching a woman. You are your own voyeur.

Margaret Atwood, The Robber Bride

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End of a chapter and then the next page under it. Classic Stephen King transition.

End of a chapter and then the next page under it. Classic Stephen King transition.

Don’t think that’s an ice cream ad on the side of the buildin’ …Unless there’s Baskin-Robbins in the book of Revelations
Under the Dome

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Oh no, you just broke a window

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You didn’t mean to do it. But you did it. And now there’s a spooky noise coming from inside the house. You’re terrified but you can’t just run away without looking. You inch slowly toward the shattered glass, peer into the living room, and see

something strange, you cant quite tell what it is. You inch closer, carefully stepping through the window, only to trip on a

piece of glass from the window you just shattered. You fall to the ground, hard, and suddenly all is black. Moments later, or maybe hours, you come to. You open your eyes, and mere inches in front of your face is a 

-nother piece of glass. From the window you broke, you dingus. What did you expect? You’re lucky your face isn’t all cut up from the broken glass. As you’re getting ready to get up, you hear

more glass, you idiot. There’s glass everywhere. Literally everywhere. You’ve gone and done it this time. However, you turn around and feel

a broom. You pick it up, then turn back to the broken glass. You sweep the shards into a tidy pile. Now all you need to finish the job is a

dustpan and a glass of wine, you hot mess. You turn around to grab a bottle of 2 Buck Chuck and it slips through your fingers. Wine and glass all over the floor. If only you had a

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When your blog only has posts about jazz and noise music but you secretly hide in your room playing T Swift all day… 😳

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Michael Kagan Explores Man’s Triumph Over Nature

Michael Kagan (born 1980 in Virginia Beach, VA ) is a Brooklyn-based artist famous for his iconic imagery, big clients including Nasa and the Smithsonian.  Fascination with iconic moments from human history and, at the same time, with space, led him to a distinctive use of painting as a medium. Kagan bases his works on photographs but doesn’t paint in a photorealistic manner. On the contrary, his style is characterized by thick slabs of color. 

His paintings look realistic from far away, but as you get closer - they become more and more abstract. The energetic brushstrokes of oil on linen reinforce Kagan’s epic subjects and representative scenes, creating energy within the compositions. Currently, he exhibited his work at Joshua Liner Gallery in NYC,  the exhibition titled “Lights Out” (February 11, 2016, until March 12).

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