cleopatro:

Botticelli at the Sistine Chapel, detail

cleopatro:

Botticelli at the Sistine Chapel, detail

frakmell:

The Hollow Crown —-Part I — Richard II

It’s bloody annoying being shy; I’ll spend a whole evening at a party asking everyone else about themselves. I’m not being self-deprecating; it’s because I am too shy to talk about myself. So people come away from the evening actually having nothing learnt about me. 

(Source: bvchanan)

bettyrizzos:

Clytemnestra  ♛  The Killer Queen 

Agamemnon’s coming home. He’s climbing the stairs, the sun is behind him. He’s clanging with brass like a war-bloated idol, the leather thongs, of his armour are squeaking. Take it off, I don’t want it! I don’t want the animal smell of his mouth, or his hands with their black-rimmed nails – those hands rip off my clothes as if I were some corpse on a battlefield, and under his nails the flakes and fuzz from the clothes and hair of the slain are probably still rotting. 
Maybe I’m really not a woman. 
I don’t want to scream and squirm with mortal pleasure, pierced by that gleaming weapon of his, soaked in gobs of sweat stinking of his regal power, trapped under his body trickling its sticky death-juices on me; I hate the high-pitched bitch’s whimper that will escape my throat;  I hate the wave of languor that will embrace me and the doughy, pitted neck above me when I open my eyes. O son of Atreus! That’s how Troy, outstretched, writhed under you. Your arrows target anything alive, elastic, quick – Is it the doe? Briseis? or hot female blood flowing down thighs that makes you the victor, able to draw blood from a body like the sinless man water from a stone?It wasn’t lust or beastliness but bestiality to have conquered Clytemnestra and the doe and Cassandra, Mycenae and Troy. 
Maybe I’m really not a woman. 
Agamemnon’s coming home, and the shadows smelling of darkness and sweat                  are growing longer.
-Oksana Zabuzkho

bettyrizzos:

Clytemnestra  ♛  The Killer Queen 

Agamemnon’s coming home. He’s climbing the stairs, the sun is behind him. He’s clanging with brass like a war-bloated idol, the leather thongs, of his armour are squeaking. Take it off, I don’t want it! I don’t want the animal smell of his mouth, or his hands with their black-rimmed nails – those hands rip off my clothes as if I were some corpse on a battlefield, and under his nails the flakes and fuzz from the clothes and hair of the slain are probably still rotting. 

Maybe I’m really not a woman. 

I don’t want to scream and squirm with mortal pleasure, pierced by that gleaming weapon of his, soaked in gobs of sweat stinking of his regal power, trapped under his body trickling its sticky death-juices on me; I hate the high-pitched bitch’s whimper that will escape my throat;  I hate the wave of languor that will embrace me and the doughy, pitted neck above me when I open my eyes. O son of Atreus! That’s how Troy, outstretched, writhed under you. Your arrows target anything alive, elastic, quick – Is it the doe? Briseis? or hot female blood flowing down thighs that makes you the victor, able to draw blood from a body like the sinless man water from a stone?It wasn’t lust or beastliness but bestiality to have conquered Clytemnestra and the doe and Cassandra, Mycenae and Troy. 

Maybe I’m really not a woman. 

Agamemnon’s coming home, and the shadows smelling of darkness and sweat
                  are growing longer.

-Oksana Zabuzkho

  • person: i’m bisexual
  • media: you’re coming out as gay
  • person: no, i’m bisexual
  • media: HEY LOOK THIS PERSON IS GAY
  • person: no you see, i’m actually not gay, i’m bisexual
  • media: IT TAKES SO MUCH COURAGE TO COME OUT AS GAY, THIS PERSON IS COMING OUT AS GAY, EVERYONE LOOK, IT’S A GAY PERSON
  • person: seriously though, i specifically said bisexu —
  • media: GGGGGAAAAAAAAAYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY

houseofalexzander:

Lustrous.

A man in the grocery store line today approached me and said, “Sir, when I first saw you I was extremely attracted to you, but then I noticed that you are a boy. How… I mean, why do you dress so provocatively?”

I responded, “Well, in today’s world the majority of the straight male race view women as objects, or something that belongs to them. I dress provocatively because it attracts the attention of men in a sexual and OBJECTIVE way. However, when realized that I am actually male, they often become confused, disgusted, upset or all of the above. By inflicting this minor emotional damaged upon the ego of a man raised by twisted societal gender norms, maybe, just maybe the individual will think twice before viewing another woman with an objective attitude and sense of belonging. No woman, belongs to ANYONE. Male or female, the equality of human beings needs to be a priority. It is something worth dressing up for.”

I AM NOT KIDDING. The woman behind me, the female cashier, the old lady bagging groceries and the woman in front of me who was talking on the phone STOPPED, …. and proceeded to gasp and clap. The man shook my hand, told me to have a blessed day and then said, “excuse me ladies, I need to visit my daughter.”

…. I was shaking by the time I walked out of the store.

- Elliott Alexzander