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Quite · Enough · Antarctica
childhood is a political state
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My Sexual Prime & Miss Emma Brodie, 20-25
…It was a rare occasion that you could honestly say: I’m not doing this to prove something to myself, that I’m pretty or likeable or hot or fun, or to somehow convince the world that I’m attractive, or that the person I love loves me back, or that I’m not queer, or forgettable, or whatever. That I’m not trying to forget something else. ( My Sexual Prime & Miss Emma Brodie, 20-25 ) END Chapter Six, "My Sexual Prime & Miss Emma Brodie" |
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My Sexual Prime & Miss Emma Brodie, 14-16
“Passion ... the most powerful, wonderful force in the world.”“Sometimes it seems like it’s really hard, like retarded hard, to figure out what it is that you really want.” ( My Sexual Prime & Miss Emma Brodie, 14-16 ) |
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My Sexual Prime & Miss Emma Brodie, 7-10
“I don’t see anything in the Manifesto about religion. Or art, for that matter, or the state of American education, or censorship, or any of it. I see rules about the conduct of Children and Adults. I thought the Maguires were about protecting Children, and their beliefs. Why can’t that include mine?”( My Sexual Prime & Miss Emma Brodie, 7-10 ) |
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My Sexual Prime & Miss Emma Brodie, 5-6
In point of fact you’d done nothing beyond wishing for your loneliness to end, quietly and to yourself in the dead of night, when Mom had gone and Dad was laughing and hooting at the TV, piling up beers and shouting at her incoherently to come out, come out, have some fun with Dad, watch wrestling, stop reading books and hurting her eyes, stop being boring, just come out and keep him company because Mom was gone and he had no friends and could barely read, and how underneath that was resentment so powerful it could knock you over, his jealousy, the backhanded compliments and hints and suggestions on how far she might go if she just paid attention to the world around her, those moments indeed when she’d stare out of the window and pray for him to die, for them both to die, crazy Mom and stupid Dad, just to take away their pain, and the loneliness of being the only person in history horrible enough to make such a wish…( My Sexual Prime & Miss Emma Brodie, 5-6 ) |
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My Sexual Prime & Miss Emma Brodie, 3-4
“When the Polish immigrants of the 1930’s and 1940’s went looking for English and literacy lessons, so that they could get jobs, their employers themselves offered to teach them. Their learning materials consisted of Dick and Jane stories: ‘See Dick working in the factory. Dick always arrives to work on time. Dick starts working when the bell rings. Dick pays attention to detail. Dick never drops his products. Dick goes to the bathroom at the proper time. Dick is never sick. Dick comes to the factory every day happy, and healthy, and ready to work.’“That is all school is, or has ever been. Our instructions are implicit in our language, in the words we speak and the values they teach us. And they own us by this, by what they’ve given us. “The school is a munitions factory, cog factory, an assembly line turning out flesh and blood pieces in the machine. And we go along willingly, so that we won’t have to be afraid, alone, weak.” ( My Sexual Prime & Miss Emma Brodie, 3-4 ) |
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My Sexual Prime & Miss Emma Brodie, 1-2
Chapter Six: My Sexual Prime & Miss Emma Brodie He seemed very small and weak, all of a sudden. Like she could just stomp him with her shoe, throw him in the air. His eyes were really wet and red and he was sweating all over and wobbling there, on his knees before her, barely focusing, looking like he was going to pass out like Brian after Prom in the yard. She leaned in close. His breath smelled like actual shit. ( My Sexual Prime & Miss Emma Brodie, 1-2 ) |
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