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As they approached Cherry Grove, one of the men pointed out the Belvedere to his partner.
“OH, you mean the Taj MahBALLS,” the other man replied.
It did resemble the Taj Mahal, standing proud on the water in all its glistening faux neoclassical splendor.
The Taj Mahal, the most world-renowned monument to heterosexual love in this world, so unlike the Belvedere, which famously did not allow women to step foot on its grounds.
“Yes,” he said, turning to Malone, “that is all that’s left when love has gone. Dancing,” he said, indicating with a wave of his hand the stacks of tapes and records in another corner of the room.
“There is no love in this city,” he said, looking down at Malone with a cool expression, “only discotheques–and they too are going fast, under the relentless pressure of capitalist exploitation.”
“But NOT before I dip my pussy in the ocean!”
Though I wasn’t particularly religious, and had been a pro-choice feminist killjoy my entire life, I never thought that I would personally choose to get an abortion. But here I was, weeping on the bathroom floor, knowing that I stood before a crossroads where both paths ended in death.
by Frida Futurefeatured image is Frida Future (2021) Over the summer, I did an artist residency in Florida with my dear friend and longtime…
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I often looked back on that night in the months that followed, and cried with gratitude at the romance and [what now seems like reckless] abandon with which we took to the night. A gaggle of beauties in faux-fur coats, cackling. Sharing spliffs and flasks, kissing one another on the cheek and taking up the whole sidewalk on our way to the show.
Poison oscillates. It spirals in the cauldron of those pagan brewers. And it is often associated with those people that a culture is trying to destroy – the women, the witches, the magicians, the lovers, the herbalists.