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This blog will be devoted to posting personal, as well as submitted discussion topics about various articles, experiences, and other events that affect us on a personal level. Marriage equality, transgender equality, feminist activism and much more are all fair game for discussion. If there’s…
Demolition on Castle Street in East Baltimore
Emily Drabinski | Movers & Shakers 2014 — Advocates -
LW Valentine's Day Edition 2014! -
It’s time. Crushes for the third year of the Librarian Wardrobe Valentine’s Day Crush Contest!
Thanks to everyone who submitted a nomination, and we are so pleased to see the excitement about this. We hope it has continued to be fun and plan to do this again next year.
Just like last time,…
Late is better than never...
I Got My Dad In a Box
The limits of pain; the creation of a unique desire
We may never touch queerness, but we can feel it as the warm illumination of a horizon imbued with potentiality…an ideality that can be distilled from the past and used to imagine a future. The future is queerness’ domain. Queerness is a structuring and educated mode of desiring that allows us to see the future beyond the quagmire of the present. The here and now is a prison house. We must strive, in the face of the here and now’s totalizing rendering of reality, to think and feel a then and there. Some will say that all we have are the pleasures of the moment, but we must never settle for that minimal transport; we must dream and enact new and better pleasures, other ways of being in the world, and ultimately new worlds … Queerness is essentially about the rejection of a here and now and an insistence on potentiality or concrete possibility for another world. — In memory of José Esteban Muñoz, from his book, Cruising Utopia: The Then and There of Queer Futurity (via nyupress)
The Conventioneer goes alpaca crazy - City Paper Blogs -
The Howard County Fairgrounds were packed this weekend with the adorably soft puffs of alpacas, those sweet, tiny cousins of camels and llamas, most associated with the Andes Highlands. These cuties were from considerably closer, in town from all over the state for the Maryland Alpaca and Fleece Festival. Admission was free, and alpaca food was just $1 a bag, enough to get an adult-sized hand licked and lipped and snuggled quite a few times by a fuzzy muppet with scraggles in her eyes. Vendors hawked fleecy handfuls of magical alpaca clouds, hand-painted yarns spun from the most fantastical fibers in the natural world, and all the rest: stuffed animals, finger puppets (what’s cuter than a tiny frog puppet? that’s right—a tiny frog puppet made out of alpaca), hand-knitted socks, shawls, and sweaters, and various sundry items like felted shoe inserts and soaps. Alpacas are so flipping cute, and they make fiber with all the properties of wool, except softer and more lightweight. This festival was a knitter’s paradise, reflected in the demographics of the crowd; several men wore buttons marking them as members of the “Spousal Support Committee.” I asked a vendor what his button meant: “Did your spouse &