Cosmetic Evolution
Hey again, (same person that asked about apartments). You seem super helpful and approachable (part of why I want to move to portland, the kindness... - and art scene) so I was wondering if you had any suggestions of must sees while I'm there? And also things I should see or do just to understand the life of living in portland? I fly in tomorrow afternoon from Florida and I'm there until Monday afternoon :) So excited! :) -Kyle
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Well there are a few things going on this weekend that you could check out, depending on what you’re in to. The Winterhawks are playing a home game at the Memorial Coliseum on Friday, you can get pretty cheap tickets and the games are a lot of fun if you even mildly enjoy hockey and like getting drunk. It’s also Portland Fashion Week, so there are lots of designer showings going on around town. Don’t bother going to Voodoo Donuts, they’re really not that good but if someone brings you one or something, get down on that shit for sure! Free donuts! Ride the MAX and the streetcar as much as you can to get a feel for getting around Portland, and definitely make sure you pay the fare because the transit cops love giving tickets. Mississippi Ave is a good one to stroll down although I think the weather is supposed to be terrible this weekend, bring some boots. And a raincoat; no one uses umbrellas here. If you like dance parties Holocene has a weekly 90s dance night that is a lot of fun, but it does get really packed. Check out a strip club if you’re okay with that stuff…they can actually be a lot of fun and some of them have ridiculously good food (the Acropolis seriously has one of the best steaks, and Casa Diablo is completely vegan). Ummm drink a bunch of beer and HAVE FUN! Xoxo

I know girls who are trying to fit into the social norm
Like squeezing into last year’s prom dress
I know girls who are low rise, mac eye shadow, and binge drinking
I know girls that wonder if they’re disaster and sexy enough to fit in
I know girls who are fleeing bombs from the mosques of their skin
Playing Russian roulette with death; it’s never easy to accept that our bodies are fallible and flawed
But when do we draw the line?
When the knife hits the skin?
Isn’t it the same thing as purging
Because we’re so obsessed with death
Some women just have more guts than others

The funny thing is women like us don’t shoot
We swallow pills, still wanting to be beautiful at the morgue
Still proceeding to put on make-up
Still hoping that the mortician finds us fuckable and attractive
We might as well be buried with our shoes and handbags and scarves, girls
We flirt with death every time we etch a new tally mark into our skin
I know how to split my wrists to reveal a battlefield too
But the time has come for us to reclaim our bodies

Our bodies deserve more than to be war-torn and collateral
Offering this fuckdom as a pathetic means to say,
“I only know how to exist when I am wanted.”

Girls like us are hardly ever wanted, you know
We’re used up and we’re sad and drunk and
Perpetually waiting by the phone for someone to pick up and tell us that we did good
Well, you did good.

(I know I am because I said, “I am.”
My body is home)

Try this
Take your hands over your bumpy love body naked
And remember the first time you touched someone
With the sole purpose of learning all of them
Touched them because the light was pretty on them
And the dust in the sunlight danced the way your heart did
Touch yourself with a purpose
Your body is the most beautiful royal
Fathers and uncles are not claiming your knife anymore
Are not your razor, no
Put the sharpness back
Lay your hands flat and feel the surface of scarred skin
I once touched a tree with charred limbs
The stump was still breathing
But the tops were just ashy remains
I wonder what it’s like to come back from that because
Because sometimes I feel forest fires erupting from my wrists
And the smoke signals sent out are the most beautiful things I’ve ever seen

Love your body the way your mother loved your baby feet
And brother arm wrapping shoulders, and remember
This is important

You are worth more than who you fuck
You are worth more than a waistline
You are worth more than beer bottles displayed like drunken artifacts.
You are worth more than any naked body could proclaim in the shadows,
More than a man’s whim or your father’s mistake
You are no less valuable as a size 16 than a size 4
You are no less valuable as a 32a than a 36c
Your sexiness is defined by concentric circles within your wood
It is wisdom
You are a goddamn tree stump with leaves sprouting out

Reborn.

Mary Lambert
Truth.

Truth.

Haven’t put on makeup since Sunday, so here’s a naked face selfie for y’all.

Haven’t put on makeup since Sunday, so here’s a naked face selfie for y’all.