In front of the White House, January 18, 2020 🎥 @rerutled
The most popular of my essays in 2024: Home is Where the Hurt Is CW: femicide, rape Home is where the hurt is. Private, hidden, that space cleaned and cared for by women, that space headed and ruled by men, that space where women are most endangered. And it is men they know, love or once loved, men they are related to, who most endanger women–not stranger danger but men they know.
The most popular of my essays in 2024: Home is Where the Hurt Is CW: femicide, rape Home is where the hurt is. Private, hidden, that space cleaned and cared for by women, that space headed and ruled by men, that space where women are most endangered. And it is men they know, love or once loved, men they are related to, who most endanger women–not stranger danger but men they know.
The most popular of my essays in 2024: Home is Where the Hurt Is CW: femicide, rape Home is where the hurt is. Private, hidden, that space cleaned and cared for by women, that space headed and ruled by men, that space where women are most endangered. And it is men they know, love or once loved, men they are related to, who most endanger women–not stranger danger but men they know.
The most popular of my essays in 2024: Home is Where the Hurt Is CW: femicide, rape Home is where the hurt is. Private, hidden, that space cleaned and cared for by women, that space headed and ruled by men, that space where women are most endangered. And it is men they know, love or once loved, men they are related to, who most endanger women–not stranger danger but men they know.
The most popular of my essays in 2024: Home is Where the Hurt Is CW: femicide, rape Home is where the hurt is. Private, hidden, that space cleaned and cared for by women, that space headed and ruled by men, that space where women are most endangered. And it is men they know, love or once loved, men they are related to, who most endanger women–not stranger danger but men they know.
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Jasmine tea 📷 @rerutled
Beauty in the time of fascism is solace and power. It is what I call Deliberate Beauty and as I adorn my eyes with liner every morning, it is also homage and healing. Women and men of all social classes in ancient Egypt were wearing eyeliner as early as 6000 BC. I consider my eye liner brush a family legacy. One of my favourite items at an exhibit on Egyptian queens that I went to for my birthday in 2021 was a kohl container with an inscription showing that it belonged to both the king and queen–the parents of Pharaoh Akhenaton Being a writer, I am particularly delighted that the hieroglyphic term for makeup artist derives from the root “sesh,” which translates to write or engrave. As I hold that eye pencil or brush, I feel like a calligrapher, writing a letter of love to myself: The ancient Egyptian word for “makeup palette” derives from the word meaning “to protect.” My ancestors believed Kohl eyeliner protected them against the harsh sunlight or the Evil Eye; I believe the eyeliner I apply every day protects me against the ugly days of fascism. Fascism will have you wondering “What’s the fucking point of eyeliner in these grim days?” When fascism aims to strip us of our hope and joy in living, I write those daily letters of love to myself around my eyes, determined and deliberate in my beauty. Beauty as antidote; beauty as power.
Beauty in the time of fascism is solace and power. It is what I call Deliberate Beauty and as I adorn my eyes with liner every morning, it is also homage and healing. Women and men of all social classes in ancient Egypt were wearing eyeliner as early as 6000 BC. I consider my eye liner brush a family legacy. One of my favourite items at an exhibit on Egyptian queens that I went to for my birthday in 2021 was a kohl container with an inscription showing that it belonged to both the king and queen–the parents of Pharaoh Akhenaton Being a writer, I am particularly delighted that the hieroglyphic term for makeup artist derives from the root “sesh,” which translates to write or engrave. As I hold that eye pencil or brush, I feel like a calligrapher, writing a letter of love to myself: The ancient Egyptian word for “makeup palette” derives from the word meaning “to protect.” My ancestors believed Kohl eyeliner protected them against the harsh sunlight or the Evil Eye; I believe the eyeliner I apply every day protects me against the ugly days of fascism. Fascism will have you wondering “What’s the fucking point of eyeliner in these grim days?” When fascism aims to strip us of our hope and joy in living, I write those daily letters of love to myself around my eyes, determined and deliberate in my beauty. Beauty as antidote; beauty as power.
Beauty in the time of fascism is solace and power. It is what I call Deliberate Beauty and as I adorn my eyes with liner every morning, it is also homage and healing. Women and men of all social classes in ancient Egypt were wearing eyeliner as early as 6000 BC. I consider my eye liner brush a family legacy. One of my favourite items at an exhibit on Egyptian queens that I went to for my birthday in 2021 was a kohl container with an inscription showing that it belonged to both the king and queen–the parents of Pharaoh Akhenaton Being a writer, I am particularly delighted that the hieroglyphic term for makeup artist derives from the root “sesh,” which translates to write or engrave. As I hold that eye pencil or brush, I feel like a calligrapher, writing a letter of love to myself: The ancient Egyptian word for “makeup palette” derives from the word meaning “to protect.” My ancestors believed Kohl eyeliner protected them against the harsh sunlight or the Evil Eye; I believe the eyeliner I apply every day protects me against the ugly days of fascism. Fascism will have you wondering “What’s the fucking point of eyeliner in these grim days?” When fascism aims to strip us of our hope and joy in living, I write those daily letters of love to myself around my eyes, determined and deliberate in my beauty. Beauty as antidote; beauty as power.
Beauty in the time of fascism is solace and power. It is what I call Deliberate Beauty and as I adorn my eyes with liner every morning, it is also homage and healing. Women and men of all social classes in ancient Egypt were wearing eyeliner as early as 6000 BC. I consider my eye liner brush a family legacy. One of my favourite items at an exhibit on Egyptian queens that I went to for my birthday in 2021 was a kohl container with an inscription showing that it belonged to both the king and queen–the parents of Pharaoh Akhenaton Being a writer, I am particularly delighted that the hieroglyphic term for makeup artist derives from the root “sesh,” which translates to write or engrave. As I hold that eye pencil or brush, I feel like a calligrapher, writing a letter of love to myself: The ancient Egyptian word for “makeup palette” derives from the word meaning “to protect.” My ancestors believed Kohl eyeliner protected them against the harsh sunlight or the Evil Eye; I believe the eyeliner I apply every day protects me against the ugly days of fascism. Fascism will have you wondering “What’s the fucking point of eyeliner in these grim days?” When fascism aims to strip us of our hope and joy in living, I write those daily letters of love to myself around my eyes, determined and deliberate in my beauty. Beauty as antidote; beauty as power.
Beauty in the time of fascism is solace and power. It is what I call Deliberate Beauty and as I adorn my eyes with liner every morning, it is also homage and healing. Women and men of all social classes in ancient Egypt were wearing eyeliner as early as 6000 BC. I consider my eye liner brush a family legacy. One of my favourite items at an exhibit on Egyptian queens that I went to for my birthday in 2021 was a kohl container with an inscription showing that it belonged to both the king and queen–the parents of Pharaoh Akhenaton Being a writer, I am particularly delighted that the hieroglyphic term for makeup artist derives from the root “sesh,” which translates to write or engrave. As I hold that eye pencil or brush, I feel like a calligrapher, writing a letter of love to myself: The ancient Egyptian word for “makeup palette” derives from the word meaning “to protect.” My ancestors believed Kohl eyeliner protected them against the harsh sunlight or the Evil Eye; I believe the eyeliner I apply every day protects me against the ugly days of fascism. Fascism will have you wondering “What’s the fucking point of eyeliner in these grim days?” When fascism aims to strip us of our hope and joy in living, I write those daily letters of love to myself around my eyes, determined and deliberate in my beauty. Beauty as antidote; beauty as power.
Beauty in the time of fascism is solace and power. It is what I call Deliberate Beauty and as I adorn my eyes with liner every morning, it is also homage and healing. Women and men of all social classes in ancient Egypt were wearing eyeliner as early as 6000 BC. I consider my eye liner brush a family legacy. One of my favourite items at an exhibit on Egyptian queens that I went to for my birthday in 2021 was a kohl container with an inscription showing that it belonged to both the king and queen–the parents of Pharaoh Akhenaton Being a writer, I am particularly delighted that the hieroglyphic term for makeup artist derives from the root “sesh,” which translates to write or engrave. As I hold that eye pencil or brush, I feel like a calligrapher, writing a letter of love to myself: The ancient Egyptian word for “makeup palette” derives from the word meaning “to protect.” My ancestors believed Kohl eyeliner protected them against the harsh sunlight or the Evil Eye; I believe the eyeliner I apply every day protects me against the ugly days of fascism. Fascism will have you wondering “What’s the fucking point of eyeliner in these grim days?” When fascism aims to strip us of our hope and joy in living, I write those daily letters of love to myself around my eyes, determined and deliberate in my beauty. Beauty as antidote; beauty as power.
Beauty in the time of fascism is solace and power. It is what I call Deliberate Beauty and as I adorn my eyes with liner every morning, it is also homage and healing. Women and men of all social classes in ancient Egypt were wearing eyeliner as early as 6000 BC. I consider my eye liner brush a family legacy. One of my favourite items at an exhibit on Egyptian queens that I went to for my birthday in 2021 was a kohl container with an inscription showing that it belonged to both the king and queen–the parents of Pharaoh Akhenaton Being a writer, I am particularly delighted that the hieroglyphic term for makeup artist derives from the root “sesh,” which translates to write or engrave. As I hold that eye pencil or brush, I feel like a calligrapher, writing a letter of love to myself: The ancient Egyptian word for “makeup palette” derives from the word meaning “to protect.” My ancestors believed Kohl eyeliner protected them against the harsh sunlight or the Evil Eye; I believe the eyeliner I apply every day protects me against the ugly days of fascism. Fascism will have you wondering “What’s the fucking point of eyeliner in these grim days?” When fascism aims to strip us of our hope and joy in living, I write those daily letters of love to myself around my eyes, determined and deliberate in my beauty. Beauty as antidote; beauty as power.
Beauty in the time of fascism is solace and power. It is what I call Deliberate Beauty and as I adorn my eyes with liner every morning, it is also homage and healing. Women and men of all social classes in ancient Egypt were wearing eyeliner as early as 6000 BC. I consider my eye liner brush a family legacy. One of my favourite items at an exhibit on Egyptian queens that I went to for my birthday in 2021 was a kohl container with an inscription showing that it belonged to both the king and queen–the parents of Pharaoh Akhenaton Being a writer, I am particularly delighted that the hieroglyphic term for makeup artist derives from the root “sesh,” which translates to write or engrave. As I hold that eye pencil or brush, I feel like a calligrapher, writing a letter of love to myself: The ancient Egyptian word for “makeup palette” derives from the word meaning “to protect.” My ancestors believed Kohl eyeliner protected them against the harsh sunlight or the Evil Eye; I believe the eyeliner I apply every day protects me against the ugly days of fascism. Fascism will have you wondering “What’s the fucking point of eyeliner in these grim days?” When fascism aims to strip us of our hope and joy in living, I write those daily letters of love to myself around my eyes, determined and deliberate in my beauty. Beauty as antidote; beauty as power.
Beauty in the time of fascism is solace and power. It is what I call Deliberate Beauty and as I adorn my eyes with liner every morning, it is also homage and healing. Women and men of all social classes in ancient Egypt were wearing eyeliner as early as 6000 BC. I consider my eye liner brush a family legacy. One of my favourite items at an exhibit on Egyptian queens that I went to for my birthday in 2021 was a kohl container with an inscription showing that it belonged to both the king and queen–the parents of Pharaoh Akhenaton Being a writer, I am particularly delighted that the hieroglyphic term for makeup artist derives from the root “sesh,” which translates to write or engrave. As I hold that eye pencil or brush, I feel like a calligrapher, writing a letter of love to myself: The ancient Egyptian word for “makeup palette” derives from the word meaning “to protect.” My ancestors believed Kohl eyeliner protected them against the harsh sunlight or the Evil Eye; I believe the eyeliner I apply every day protects me against the ugly days of fascism. Fascism will have you wondering “What’s the fucking point of eyeliner in these grim days?” When fascism aims to strip us of our hope and joy in living, I write those daily letters of love to myself around my eyes, determined and deliberate in my beauty. Beauty as antidote; beauty as power.
Beauty in the time of fascism is solace and power. It is what I call Deliberate Beauty and as I adorn my eyes with liner every morning, it is also homage and healing. Women and men of all social classes in ancient Egypt were wearing eyeliner as early as 6000 BC. I consider my eye liner brush a family legacy. One of my favourite items at an exhibit on Egyptian queens that I went to for my birthday in 2021 was a kohl container with an inscription showing that it belonged to both the king and queen–the parents of Pharaoh Akhenaton Being a writer, I am particularly delighted that the hieroglyphic term for makeup artist derives from the root “sesh,” which translates to write or engrave. As I hold that eye pencil or brush, I feel like a calligrapher, writing a letter of love to myself: The ancient Egyptian word for “makeup palette” derives from the word meaning “to protect.” My ancestors believed Kohl eyeliner protected them against the harsh sunlight or the Evil Eye; I believe the eyeliner I apply every day protects me against the ugly days of fascism. Fascism will have you wondering “What’s the fucking point of eyeliner in these grim days?” When fascism aims to strip us of our hope and joy in living, I write those daily letters of love to myself around my eyes, determined and deliberate in my beauty. Beauty as antidote; beauty as power.
Feb. 6 is International Day of Zero Tolerance for Female Genital Mutilation (FGM) My country of birth Egypt has the greatest number of women and girls who have experienced FGM/C of any country in the world. I vow that I will always fight to ensure that we, not patriarchy, own our bodies. Girls and women are forced to be cultural vectors; our bodies are the medium upon which culture is engraved–FGM/C is one of the earliest violations imprinted on the female body. And yet we are too often barred from authoring that culture that marks us. Every day–not just this one day when we urge the world to remember yet another way that patriarchy hurts us–I will fight to ensure that we claim ownership of our bodies; no longer vectors, but authors of our liberation. And I honour the heroes of our liberation, such as these fellow African activists whose lived experience is vital. It is our right to enjoy sex. We have a right to pleasure. We own our desire and we have a right to express it freely. We must end FGM Read essay: https://www.feministgiant.com/p/endfgm?utm_source=publication-search
Feb. 6 is International Day of Zero Tolerance for Female Genital Mutilation (FGM) My country of birth Egypt has the greatest number of women and girls who have experienced FGM/C of any country in the world. I vow that I will always fight to ensure that we, not patriarchy, own our bodies. Girls and women are forced to be cultural vectors; our bodies are the medium upon which culture is engraved–FGM/C is one of the earliest violations imprinted on the female body. And yet we are too often barred from authoring that culture that marks us. Every day–not just this one day when we urge the world to remember yet another way that patriarchy hurts us–I will fight to ensure that we claim ownership of our bodies; no longer vectors, but authors of our liberation. And I honour the heroes of our liberation, such as these fellow African activists whose lived experience is vital. It is our right to enjoy sex. We have a right to pleasure. We own our desire and we have a right to express it freely. We must end FGM Read essay: https://www.feministgiant.com/p/endfgm?utm_source=publication-search
Feb. 6 is International Day of Zero Tolerance for Female Genital Mutilation (FGM) My country of birth Egypt has the greatest number of women and girls who have experienced FGM/C of any country in the world. I vow that I will always fight to ensure that we, not patriarchy, own our bodies. Girls and women are forced to be cultural vectors; our bodies are the medium upon which culture is engraved–FGM/C is one of the earliest violations imprinted on the female body. And yet we are too often barred from authoring that culture that marks us. Every day–not just this one day when we urge the world to remember yet another way that patriarchy hurts us–I will fight to ensure that we claim ownership of our bodies; no longer vectors, but authors of our liberation. And I honour the heroes of our liberation, such as these fellow African activists whose lived experience is vital. It is our right to enjoy sex. We have a right to pleasure. We own our desire and we have a right to express it freely. We must end FGM Read essay: https://www.feministgiant.com/p/endfgm?utm_source=publication-search
Feb. 6 is International Day of Zero Tolerance for Female Genital Mutilation (FGM) My country of birth Egypt has the greatest number of women and girls who have experienced FGM/C of any country in the world. I vow that I will always fight to ensure that we, not patriarchy, own our bodies. Girls and women are forced to be cultural vectors; our bodies are the medium upon which culture is engraved–FGM/C is one of the earliest violations imprinted on the female body. And yet we are too often barred from authoring that culture that marks us. Every day–not just this one day when we urge the world to remember yet another way that patriarchy hurts us–I will fight to ensure that we claim ownership of our bodies; no longer vectors, but authors of our liberation. And I honour the heroes of our liberation, such as these fellow African activists whose lived experience is vital. It is our right to enjoy sex. We have a right to pleasure. We own our desire and we have a right to express it freely. We must end FGM Read essay: https://www.feministgiant.com/p/endfgm?utm_source=publication-search
Feb. 6 is International Day of Zero Tolerance for Female Genital Mutilation (FGM) My country of birth Egypt has the greatest number of women and girls who have experienced FGM/C of any country in the world. I vow that I will always fight to ensure that we, not patriarchy, own our bodies. Girls and women are forced to be cultural vectors; our bodies are the medium upon which culture is engraved–FGM/C is one of the earliest violations imprinted on the female body. And yet we are too often barred from authoring that culture that marks us. Every day–not just this one day when we urge the world to remember yet another way that patriarchy hurts us–I will fight to ensure that we claim ownership of our bodies; no longer vectors, but authors of our liberation. And I honour the heroes of our liberation, such as these fellow African activists whose lived experience is vital. It is our right to enjoy sex. We have a right to pleasure. We own our desire and we have a right to express it freely. We must end FGM Read essay: https://www.feministgiant.com/p/endfgm?utm_source=publication-search
Looking forward to seeing Parthenope, @A24 new film, at a screening in NYC. Just finished watching Mo and oh my god was I sobbing at the end. Thank you A24 for such consistently fabulous productions!
