sometimes, I feel like more chest tattooing would help me out a little with dysphoria? like, ah, the part of my bull kelp that goes across my chest was such a positive experience to the point of me crying a little while getting it done. Body body body body
"There is no language in itself, nor are there any linguistic universals, only a throng of dialects, patois, viperslangs, and specialized languages. There is no ideal speaker-listener, any more than there is a homogeneous linguistic community. Language is, in Weinreich’s words, “an essentially heterogeneous reality.” There is no mother tongue, only a power takeover by a dominant language within political multiplicity. Language stabilizes around a parish, a bishopric, a capital. It forms a bulb. It evolves by subterranean stems and flows, along river valleys or train tracks; it spreads like a patch of oil."
Gilles Deleuze and Félix Guattari, A Thousand Plateaus: Capitalism and Schizophrenia (via heteroglossia)