The same people who are murdered slowly in the mechanized slaughterhouses of work are also arguing, singing, drinking, dancing, making love, holding the streets, picking up weapons and inventing a new poetry. – Raoul Vaneigem
When I was a teenager I would lock myself in the bathroom for hours, bouffanting my hair like Patty Duke and trying to recreate Barbra Streisands flawless eyeliner, only to comb it all out and wash it all off before stepping out into the world a butchish bisexual teen. – Beth Ditto
