Before landing on this page, you and I were only separated by a mere three degrees. Now we can be one on the web. That's not the definition of technological singularity but it should be.
With this tumblog, I promise kittens and balls of yarn for the kittens to play with. There will be some making out and a lot of hand-holding. I hope that when you are lonely and lost on the outmost corners of the interweb, you can come here and find yrself and feel the good vibrations. You are special and no one can touch that!
Your Pal Mal
“If you admire somebody, you should go ’head and tell ’em. People never get the flowers while they can still smell ’em.” - Kanye West
the truth shall set u free, ya’ll.
Here’s an article written today about 7-year-old me.
Happy Hannukah from 7-year-old me to today-you.
Small Girls in the Nude-y Peach
If you look at our photos or know us IRL, you’ll often notice that we wear the same general color scheme- what we like to call “black and nudey peach”. So you can imagine our excitement over Refinery29’s Trend Watch: Blush Tones feature yesterday (i.e. nudey peach)!!
Here are a few of our favorite nudey peach looks that we’ve donned at photo shoots and events, paired with Refinery29’s blush tone picks.
This only proves further that 2012 will be Small Girls’ Big Year.
Saw this in Refinery29 yesterday and did a Small Girls victory dance.
In which I aggressively make out with two boys and break up with a third. All in a day’s work, people.
(The New Year’s Eve Kiss by dir. Casey Donahue)
We were featured in today’s Wall Street Journal alongside two of our favorite digital creative agencies!
Oh! I was in the Wall Street Journal last week. Forgot to post about it, but here you go now!
I’m dressed as a slutty ballerina and it’s not even Halloween.
- Skort - Pink Yotto
- Camisole - Agent Provacateur
- Sweater - American Apparel*
- Tights - Capezio (thanks, Bianca!)
- Shoes - Steve Madden
*Wearing this tonight to the American Apparel VIP opening pop-up shop sale. Appropriate.
Cat cries out against the existence of white privilege that exists all around it
Nothing as good as this on the internet today. Gonna just go ahead and turn off my computer.
Both dressed in grayscale & eating tomato soup during our lunch meeting with Carrie Hammer Custom Dresses- Those who dress alike, eat alike?
Hey gang, I got some really great stuff to show you all. I hope you’re ready to see some really great stuff I’ve been working on!
Man, I am going to look so busted in this video. It’s okay because you won’t see my face unless it is being smushed against another person’s face. #makeouts
..lights shine behind me with glitter cannons exploding while ricky martin’s ‘the cup of life’ booms loudly..
Take a Stroll…with Rob Delaney - On Hating Gay People
I have a Bachelor of Fine Arts in Musical Theater from NYU’s Tisch School of the Arts. I studied jazz, tap, and ballet for years. I’m terrible at sports and I’m an excellent chef. I think Judy Garland is sublime. I realize those facts are like a spacious warehouse of red flags broadcasting homosexuality, but the fact is, I’m straight. If I had to guess, the chief indicator that I’m straight is that when I think about or stand near women, my dick gets hard. When I’m around guys—even fit, muscular ones with no shirts on—my dick remains in its dormant state. When I’m around women, I think about my dick and how it might feel inside of their body somewhere (like their vagina; not like in France or something, though that would be nice too (I just remembered that I speak French too, which can often identify an American man as “le gay”)).
When I’m around men, I don’t think about my dick, unless it wriggles out of my boxer flap, as it sometimes does, and touches a cold button of my jeans’ fly, and then I’m like “Get back in your cubby, you little rascal!” and nonchalantly adjust myself.
Bepenised Texan Rick Perry’s been in the news over the last few days for releasing a nakedly bigoted anti-gay ad that he believes will help revive his dying campaign. It won’t, but it made me think of a story I recently heard that illustrated the mindset and motivation of someone who actively fights to reduce and take away the rights of homosexual human beings.
It’s the story of a young man slowly discovering and accepting his homosexuality and it is extraordinarily painful and beautiful to hear. I cried. What’s most interesting is that the guy in the story used to actively and publicly campaign against gay rights.
People who concern themselves with the rights of other adults who engage in consensual acts involving sex, love, and/or eating croissants together are damaged and in pain.
Hating them won’t work. That doesn’t fix anything.
So far, the greatest quote I’ve heard in my 34 years is this: “Hatred never ceases by hatred in this world. By love alone it ceases; this is eternal law.” Gotama the Buddha said that about 2,500 years ago. Since it’s eternal, as he said, that means it applies right now.
I’m not suggesting that Rick Perry or those who campaign against gay rights are gay themselves. Some of them are, some of them aren’t; I don’t care. But they are damaged by, and damaging with, their hatred. I hope, for them, and for the people they are actively harming, that they can begin to experiment with some kindness and sympathy, and try on for size that Golden Rule that benefits both the giver and the recipient with real and immediate peace.
Homophobes aren’t going to hell, like they often say their perceived opponents are. Rather they are in hell, and they prolong their stay with each hateful act, word, and thought. They can leave whenever they want.
I hope you will listen to this story, because it is wonderful. It’s from an episode of This American Life called “So Crazy It Just Might Work.” It’s about a guy named Benny, whom you’re going to love.
1,000 times yes.
I think I started singing because I hoped I would meet someone like me. But the further along you get, you realise that you are not terminally unique in your pain or misery. Everyone is confused. You know, the pendulum swings and the darkness comes with it.
