another night
wishing I had someone to talk to who wouldn’t just automatically tell me I’m horrid or know anyone involved.
Daft Punk - One More Time [HQ] (by Naf’ Manson)
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On ILX, years ago, there was a thread talking about “Digital Love” and I said something about how not liking that song was just as weird as not liking breathing. But I could have just as easily as said that about “One More Time,” of course, and it came first. It was the ‘comeback’ single as such, after — at least in the mainstream public eye — maybe “Da Funk” would have been just another one-off demi-hit single on alternative radio. And “One More Time” ended up almost going number one in the UK, and top ten in Australia, and it got enough attention over here, it was almost a tipping point moment of “Oh wait…they’re in this for the long haul, it seems.” And if it wasn’t for Daft Punk working with an already established and known figure like Romanthony, already doing his thing when Daft Punk were still Darlin’ and doing their ‘daft punk thrash’, then that song would not be That Song, and it wouldn’t sound so goddamn good then as it does right now. And if it reduces Romanthony’s work so much in turn in a wider public eye to one guest appearance on a single (not counting “Too Long” itself on the album, of course), then by god, if you’re going to be most widely known for one thing, make it fucking legendary. RIP Romanthony.
when I realize
that I have deleted all of my other sockpuppets on all other platforms and so have no other way of dealing with nights like tonight other than by sitting in a dark room with my laptop, pop music, whisky, and tumblr.
The songs on the Stonewall Inn jukebox at the time of the riots
listening to them on spotify at the mo. <3
@ bolles + wilson - munster library - germany - 1993
Fo Porter
Fo Porter
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(Reblogged from poesizing)
I am desperately pining for you, I am feeling my heart torn from my side, as I get further in distance from you, but how much closer in desire every moment of time. I think of you. I hold your sweet, most precious body to me. I clip you again, I tease you, I kiss you and ravish you, I am yours and you are mine. Truly and indeed we are one flesh, one spirit. This - for all its pain - is my joy, the proof of my pride and happiness - that we are in truth married. ‘Our married steps.’ My Love, my darling. Do not fear - we will not stumble. I love you, my Pretty - you are beautiful - you are my own one, my wife, my beloved, my cherished one, my loving and my most loved.
Valentine Ackland to Sylvia Townsend Warner, letter dated 17 August 1931
the confidence they have in their relationship, in its being ‘married love’, is still quite shocking. they both died decades before same-sex marriage was even considered a serious legal option and they never had any kind of marriage / commitment ceremony, at this point in the letters they weren’t even completely ‘out’. in this age of so many ‘marriage equality’ debates, there’s always this sense that not having ‘marriage equality’ legislation is absolutely unbearable and unlivable and that the legislation will radically change the way we live. it’s such a comfort to read these letters, most of which are just outpourings of love and tenderness, and see that these women loved each other and got married and were together and happy, even though they lived in an environment that was very hostile to them.
(and within ‘marriage equality’ debates, this is a reminder that marriage has not always been as closely regulated as it is today, and that who marries who, and whose marriage ‘counts’ were always very relative. )
(Reblogged from ryantippery)
