Hey guys im looking for a sensitivity reading for my new novel? I’m writing a black woman from the 1950s who has no legs and dissociative identity disorder. Her main personality is very cultured and intelligent and rich but her other personality is like a racist caricature who does crimes and speaks in slang. If you’re interested/are black/woman/mentally ill/amputee/from the 1950s please hmu at steven.king1@hotmail.com
I’m sorry but art needs it’s context posted by it when in a museum. Not everyone understands why Malevich painted his black squares. Not all patrons will understand Rothko’s thoughts pressed between his layers of paint. And not every one will be able to look at Kandinsky’s symphony’s on canvas and know what’s going on. Every piece in every museum aught to have what it is, why it’s important, and why/where it was created, and what reaction it got. I’m tired of the elitism in artistic culture that makes people feel as though they could never understand it. It’s because they know the context and you don’t! And museums have failed at that for years. It’s their job to teach us, just as much as it’s our job to be willing to learn.
I hate steven king so much. why did he make me learn a new slur….
I hate steven king so much I’m on chapter 6 out of 16 and nothing scary has happened yet
I hate steven king so much for not putting an expicit warning on the cover of his new novel to let me know that this one is NOT a creepy tale of supernatural horror but instead a heartwarming story about an middle aged divorcée befriending local lesbians followed by a heartwarming story about an elderly widower befriending a puppy
when the times get rough and I lose sight of the goal i just. reread “the orange” by wendy cope again & remember. that’s where I’m going folks. sooner or later, whatever it takes.
At lunchtime I bought a huge orange— The size of it made us all laugh. I peeled it and shared it with Robert and Dave— They got quarters and I had a half.
And that orange, it made me so happy, As ordinary things often do Just lately. The shopping. A walk in the park. This is peace and contentment. It’s new.
The rest of the day was quite easy. I did all the jobs on my list And enjoyed them and had some time over. I love you. I’m glad I exist.
