Accessory Position


I am going to print this out, laminate it, and keep it with my gloves and spade.

All of this is typical girl-fear. Once you realize that The Exorcist is, essentially, the story of a 12-year-old who starts cussing, masturbating, and disobeying her mother—in other words, going through puberty—it becomes apparent to the feminist-minded viewer why two adult men are called in to slap her around for much of the third act. People are convinced that something spooky is going on with girls; that, once they reach a certain age, they lose their adorable innocence and start tapping into something powerful and forbidden. Little girls are sugar and spice, but women are just plain scary. And the moment a girl becomes a woman is the moment you fear her most. Which explains why the culture keeps telling this story.

Rookie, The Season of the Witch

For readings on the correlation in horror between puberty and the monstrous, see:

I will add Carol Clover’s Men, Women, and Chain Saws here, although she’s concerned more with identification, monstrous-feminine as men’s horror, and the maternal aspects of possession tales (including a section on possession as oral penetration). Although both Creed and Clover are important feminist horror theorists who work in Psychoanalytical lenses, Barbara Creed talks more about transformation than Carol Clover does. And transformation is key to horror movies about how women are terrifying.

For variations on a theme, watch Ginger Snaps, Carrie, and Teeth together.

(Bonus: here is Kristeva’s Powers of Horror: an Essay on Abjection for free online)

I’m 90000% sure I wrote the text below this but it doesn’t link to (probably ff) anywhere. it’s important to keep sources in posts so that you don’t disorient authors about their own pasts,

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someone teach me this bass thing because all I know how to do is fumble through smoke on the water

Talk to tate. Tate is an excellent teacher.

I was drinking wine on my porch, and I lifted up my empty cup to scoop up the moon, and as soon as I lowered my glass it passed behind some clouds

My think my doctor was too embarassed to say it outright and was trying to tell me not to have rough sex by very firmly saying ‘No contact sports!’ like five times during the exam

I have mono, and I guess my spleen could rupture.

Amy’s burritos are great but holy shit they should warn you that the insides are made of magma

Surviving on smoothies and tall cans of natty light


don’t romanticize the past. romanticize the future. the future has starfleet


who wants to drink tomorrow night? I have $5.

What up