Burger Queen Industries

We got the drugs. Next stop nowhere. Epicurean monster. Queer Chicago, IL.

Drama is a psychopath’s remedy for boredom. For drama, they need an audience and some players. Once the drama begins, they feel complete and alive again. They are empowered when pulling the strings that elicit our emotions. Any kind of emotions will do, as long as it is a response to their actions.

The Gray Rock Method of Dealing with Psychopaths

…I finally, with some eagerness, asked Patton what she thought of these sinister rumors about [HIV’s] origin. “Any of the early steps in its spread could have been either accidental or deliberate,” she said “But I just have trouble getting interested in that. I mean, even suppose we were sure of every element of a conspiracy: that the lives of Africans and African Americans are worthless in the eyes of the United States; that gay men and drug users are held cheap where they aren’t actively hated; that the military deliberately researches ways to kill noncombatants whom it sees as enemies; that people in power look calmly on the likelihood of catastrophic environmental and population changes. Supposing we were ever so sure of all those things—what would we know that we don’t already know?”

—Eve Kosofsky Sedgwick, Paranoid Reading and Reparative Reading, Or, You’re So Paranoid, You Probably Think this Essay is About You  in Touching Feeling (2003)

(Source: temporarilyeuropean)

You never get to the point where you think “I am the adult”, but you do get to the point where you think “I’ve dealt with this before.” The older you get, the higher and higher the percentage is of things you’ve already been through. Have you ever changed a tire? Had a flat tire? Someday, you might, and the next time it happens, you’ll know what to do, since you’ve already done it.

—My dad. I’m 24, and asked if you ever shake the feeling of not being an adult, and this was his response. Probably the most comforting thing he could have said. (via batticuori)

(Source: uberwekkness, via batticuori)

Don’t surrender all your joy for an idea you used to have about yourself that isn’t true anymore.

Cheryl Strayed (via emotional-algebra)

(via nogreatillusion)


Five Powerful Ways Abusive Narcissists Get Inside Your Head

For the love of butter folks, if you ever read something like this and it strums the faintest of chords with you, go talk to a trusted friend or eight about it and figure out why. It is never a bad idea to process relationships that don’t feel right. 

I’m tempted to quote this whole article so hell, just go there and read it. And what Forks said, seriously.

The narcissist makes you seem like the needy one as you react to his or her withdrawal and withholding patterns even though the expectations of frequent contact were established early on in the relationship by the narcissist himself.

You are mislead into thinking that if you just learn not to be so “needy,” “clingy,” or “jealous,”  the narcissist will reward you with the loving behavior he or she demonstrated in the beginning.

Five Powerful Way Abusive Narcissists Get in Your Head

People aren’t talkin about the news, they’re talking about what they think the news is. There is no news channel saying “This is what happened, draw your own conclusions.” We have made this country so bereft of critical thinking, that now we have a problem where we have to teach them to think for themselves.

We have no unified authority, or problem solvers. We have congressman discussing environmentalism, when they don’t understand half the problems our earth is going through. We go to congress instead of going to people who have worked their whole LIFE trying to solve these problems. When it comes to racism, we’re asking a panel of white dudes, when it comes to sexism and woman’s rights we ask a panel of white priests on what they think. IT’S INSANITY! We ask people who are not in the arena they should be speaking in/for.

AND THAT’S WHY WE DON’T trust the media, it’s because they’re not in the arena of black experience, and they don’t care about the black experience, UNTIL something bad happens and they have the tools to paint us as destructive, ugly and evil!

—The response of a Protester in Ferguson who was asked by a reporter as to why most of the protesters didn’t want their faces on tv. (via trashysnacks)

(Source: sara-the-narco, via trashysnacks)

When I was in Palm Springs with trashysnacks we discovered there was a drag show on one of the last nights I was there. Incidentally Raven and Delta Work and Morgan McMichaels, all Drag Race queens, were performing. Raven being a particular favorite. So we went.

The club was amazing in its kitschy, dusty charm. So much of Palm Springs seemed like the remnants of a dreamed idea barely remembered upon waken. Buildings with art deco signs; mid-century architecture. Mists floating gently from overhands in the high noon sun. Toucan’s Tiki Lounge is no different. 50s tropical paintings on the wall; you can tell the purpose of drag in a location like that has not sprung forward with the advent of Drag Race—there were more birthday and bachelorette parties than regular audience members.

One such party was more visible because the man who was hosting the birthday party was a well-aged 40 something who the queens loved to harass. He was drunk. 

After the first act there was about an hour intermission. Lia and I stood outside smoking cigarettes and waiting patiently for Raven, so we could get our moment and photograph with her. While we waited a member of the birthday group bummed a cigarette. She was a pint sized 40 something wearing a fedora and very eager for our company. I asked who she was and it turned out they were all from Colorado on this trip. She asked what we did and when I told her I worked for {redacted} university, she immediately sprang into action.

"Do you know if the university has a contract with {redacted soda brand}??" I assured her that yes, we did, although internally I was seriously just like oh my god woman we are in palm springs why the fuck are we even talking about soda contracts at universities. Then she went on to explain that she worked for said soda company and knew that universities often had contracts with them.

In that moment I was standing there in all of my beauty and arrogance, single, free, in a dream state dream land far away from the real world with one of the most beautiful girls i have ever known, and this woman in a fedora stood before us talking about corporate contracts because she was away from her family for a weekend and she had nothing else to talk about; because she didn’t know how to place two wild and free things such as me and Lia; because she was wearing a fedora; because she was supposed to be letting loose but the best she could do was talking about work.

About this moment, as always, i return to Dear Sugar’s Tiny Beautiful Things:

Your assumptions about the lives of others are in direct relation to your naïve pomposity. Many people you believe to be rich are not rich. Many people you think have it easy worked hard for what they got. Many people who seem to be gliding right along have suffered and are suffering. Many people who appear to you to be old and stupidly saddled down with kids and cars and houses were once every bit as hip and pompous as you.”

It’s funny, how when women are ugly they are mocked for it, but when women perfect the art of makeup, skin, nails and beauty they are mocked for that too. It’s almost like if you’re a woman you’re mocked no matter what you do. Me? I sell makeup. I sell confidence. I sell gorgeous door to door.

They say Michelangelo painted the Sistine Chapel with paintbrushes no bigger than his finger, but could he paint a masterpiece on his face, at seven in the morning, with his daughter pulling on his skirt, and his husband hollering about how breakfast is late, and only 20 minutes to get everyone off to school? It’s funny, how when men create beauty it’s a masterpiece and when a woman creates beauty it’s just what she’s supposed to be

Me? I sell new beginnings. I sell a blank canvas, and your own brushes, and your own paint. I sell the chance to be your own greatest creation.