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mariakopkemusic · 4 years
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some thoughts on MASP and its function in São Paulo, The Guerrilla Girls and art in general, museum elitism, and other stuff. Give it a read!
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https://weavingthesewebs.wordpress.com/
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mariakopkemusic · 5 years
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I just learned that October 11th is International Coming Out Day! As such, here are some reflections about my coming out, and being out, experience. - Coming out is an ongoing project. I've even had to come out multiple times to the same person. - Bisexuality really is not taken seriously. People doubt it so much that it makes me doubt myself sometimes too. (is this a thing for other bi people? Let me know, because I feel very alone in this) - My sexuality is not measured by what relationships I've had and didn't have, and it's not my job to provide proof. - When I first came out, it wasn't so much a process of self-acceptance as it was a process of discovery. It was exciting to find out that there was a word that translated what I felt. For me, having a label was important because it made me feel seen. Not everyone feels the same way about labels, so use them if you like them, if you don't like them, don't use them (but obviously respect those who do). - You don't lose Queer Points for being confused, for questioning, for changing your mind about what word best defines you. These words aren't a prison and you didn't sign any contracts, so do whatever makes you feel good. - Overall, my coming out experience was positive, or at least it was safe. That isn't the case for everyone. If you're not ready, that doesn't make you less real. - If you're out, I love you! Carry on waving your flag, be loud and proud! We're in this together, let's go! - If you're not out, I love you! I hope you can make it through that door soon, we'll be waiting for you and we will have your back. We're in this together, let's go!
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mariakopkemusic · 5 years
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A summer poem
I am trying to write a poem
To cheat summer.
So I can say, by autumn,
That there was a point
To these in-between months.
 If I can get it done
I can say I made good use
Of these hundred-hour days.
 But it has to be a good one.
 And I can justify
The nights I couldn’t sleep:
They were what it took
To get me here.
 I say one poem only
Because I’m not delusional.
But if I can get through one
At least, I can say
I have produced.
Given back.
Paid a debt.
 And that summer
Was a trigger
For it made me dive within me
“Return to reason and faith”.
 Or something.
 Let’s just say
I like it when things have a purpose.
So of course I’m very eager
To have at least one good poem
To show for summer.
  (more poems and short stories here: https://weavingthesewebs.wordpress.com/)
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mariakopkemusic · 5 years
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I was in Salvador on January first, when Bolsonaro took office. It was an ordinary day. People were hungover from New Year's Eve. Those who were on holiday filled the beach like always, those who weren't went to work like always. At lunch time, I watched a bit of the ceremony on TV, at the restaurant where we were eating. And as my eyes went from the TV to the people around me, chatting, laughing, happily having their meals, I couldn't help thinking that there was something dreadful creeping up on us. I illogically expected to witness a sudden shift in the world after Bolsonaro became president. That giant cloud of smoke that darkened São Paulo two days ago, I expected to feel that, to see that in the sky or in people's faces, on January first. I didn't expect it to be a day like any other. I forgot that these sorts of tragedies take time to be recognized as tragedies. Well, the cloud is finally here. In a way it has been for months, years, at first a tiny dot that has gradually grown into darkness, fire, and death. It might have been easy to ignore it back in January. It might have been possible- though difficult- to ignore it as it grew during the following months. But now we have to look. Nothing is ordinary about this, and if we keep looking away like always, it will be too late, if it isn't already.
(photo by João Kopke)
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mariakopkemusic · 5 years
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mariakopkemusic · 5 years
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On masculinity and its role in Marvel’s “The Punisher” series. Let me know what you think!
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mariakopkemusic · 5 years
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more of my poems and stories here: https://weavingthesewebs.wordpress.com/
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after Tokyo Story
Things pass. Like a ship across the water Just before the credits roll. Slowly, slowly, across the water I watch the ship go.
And then, too soon, Just when I grasp it, It sails on and out of frame.
The water stays. The sky, the buildings, the still Camera stay. But the ship, Steady, sails away.
I am the ship. I am the camera. I am things.
This poem was inspired by Ozu’s film Tokyo Story
To read more, click this link: https://weavingthesewebs.wordpress.com/
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mariakopkemusic · 5 years
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Click the link below to read this and other poems and short stories
https://weavingthesewebs.wordpress.com/
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mariakopkemusic · 5 years
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by @photo_movs 
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mariakopkemusic · 5 years
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photo by Margarida Andrade
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mariakopkemusic · 5 years
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“Glimpse”
You can read more of my stories and poems here: https://weavingthesewebs.wordpress.com/
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mariakopkemusic · 5 years
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São Tomé e Príncipe
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