<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-682631513705178256</id><updated>2011-04-21T23:29:21.415-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Delve</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbielongero.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/682631513705178256/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbielongero.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Abbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10477159411669988525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RjrQjcXJgQk/TPAIojq_OqI/AAAAAAAAAHY/E9dm768hGrk/S220/DSC02055.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>13</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-682631513705178256.post-8837489926331903997</id><published>2008-01-27T21:22:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-10T23:15:30.942-05:00</updated><title type='text'>inevitable intruder</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RjrQjcXJgQk/R508irH-oyI/AAAAAAAAACA/yX3rS67VICQ/s1600-h/Inevitable+Intruder.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RjrQjcXJgQk/R508irH-oyI/AAAAAAAAACA/yX3rS67VICQ/s320/Inevitable+Intruder.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160347314425864994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A green garden with flowers on black paper. In the middle there is a target with a drawing of a man's face on top of it. The man's eyes are blacked out. The excerpt from my journal describes an anger that I carry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"When I am objectified by a man, I want to gouge his eyes out to make him feel the same pain and fear as me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The garden is representative of the innate nurturing characteristic of women. This piece illustrates the constant imposition that straight-identified men often put on women. This face is different to every woman, but each of us has, at one point in our lives, been confronted with one of these predators. I've placed this man's face on the target because I want to reverse the roles. I want to make him feel as vulnerable as I often do. Each occurence of the letter "i" is highlighted in red to bring attention to the fact that the &lt;strong&gt;i&lt;/strong&gt;ntruder does not go unnoticed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This anger arises from the constant objectification of women that is built into our social structure, our constitution and the global community. Women are viewed as second-class citizens, and the heat-breaking reality is that because de-moralization is so pervasive in our culture, most people aren't even aware of the damage that occurs every moment.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/682631513705178256-8837489926331903997?l=abbielongero.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbielongero.blogspot.com/feeds/8837489926331903997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=682631513705178256&amp;postID=8837489926331903997' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/682631513705178256/posts/default/8837489926331903997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/682631513705178256/posts/default/8837489926331903997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbielongero.blogspot.com/2008/01/inevitable-intruder.html' title='inevitable intruder'/><author><name>Abbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10477159411669988525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RjrQjcXJgQk/TPAIojq_OqI/AAAAAAAAAHY/E9dm768hGrk/S220/DSC02055.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RjrQjcXJgQk/R508irH-oyI/AAAAAAAAACA/yX3rS67VICQ/s72-c/Inevitable+Intruder.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-682631513705178256.post-6987529192182749120</id><published>2008-01-27T21:21:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-07T12:53:21.556-04:00</updated><title type='text'>dichotomy of love</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RjrQjcXJgQk/R508XbH-oxI/AAAAAAAAAB4/3rQT1Y-aCuk/s1600-h/Dichotomy+of+Love.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RjrQjcXJgQk/R508XbH-oxI/AAAAAAAAAB4/3rQT1Y-aCuk/s320/Dichotomy+of+Love.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160347121152336658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/682631513705178256-6987529192182749120?l=abbielongero.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbielongero.blogspot.com/feeds/6987529192182749120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=682631513705178256&amp;postID=6987529192182749120' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/682631513705178256/posts/default/6987529192182749120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/682631513705178256/posts/default/6987529192182749120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbielongero.blogspot.com/2008/01/dichotomy-of-love.html' title='dichotomy of love'/><author><name>Abbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10477159411669988525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RjrQjcXJgQk/TPAIojq_OqI/AAAAAAAAAHY/E9dm768hGrk/S220/DSC02055.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RjrQjcXJgQk/R508XbH-oxI/AAAAAAAAAB4/3rQT1Y-aCuk/s72-c/Dichotomy+of+Love.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-682631513705178256.post-7490124708562772344</id><published>2008-01-27T21:20:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-10T23:35:29.724-05:00</updated><title type='text'>elements of letting go</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RjrQjcXJgQk/R508F7H-owI/AAAAAAAAABw/tAZWOVjJH8M/s1600-h/The+Elements+of+Letting+Go.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RjrQjcXJgQk/R508F7H-owI/AAAAAAAAABw/tAZWOVjJH8M/s320/The+Elements+of+Letting+Go.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160346820504625922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;blue sky &lt;/strong&gt;represents life breath, space and time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;clear water &lt;/strong&gt;represents fluidity and acceptance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sand &lt;/strong&gt;represents the logical mind, being grounded and balance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;light &lt;/strong&gt;represents hope, regeneration and vitality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;nakedness &lt;/strong&gt;signifies truth, rawness and rebirth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of these combined are the elements of letting go. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This piece shows the light and dark side of letting go. It always feels so painful to let go of a friendship or a lover or a desire... but there's something greater to be learned once the grieving dissipates. The woman's naked body is juxtaposed with a backward-facing woman in a hooded sweatshirt in a city alley. This is to show that on the outside we all wear our armor, but when we truly need to be real with ourselves, nothing that covers us matters. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The flower in the woman's hand symbolizes the blossom that comes from letting go of something. In life, all things must come to an end, but where these relationships, people, ideas or hopes die, bloom flowers that are a bit wiser, genuinely compassionate, exquisitely beautiful and more loving. To truly let go of something is to find a deeper love for oneself and a deeper knowledge of oneself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/682631513705178256-7490124708562772344?l=abbielongero.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbielongero.blogspot.com/feeds/7490124708562772344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=682631513705178256&amp;postID=7490124708562772344' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/682631513705178256/posts/default/7490124708562772344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/682631513705178256/posts/default/7490124708562772344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbielongero.blogspot.com/2008/01/elements-of-letting-go.html' title='elements of letting go'/><author><name>Abbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10477159411669988525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RjrQjcXJgQk/TPAIojq_OqI/AAAAAAAAAHY/E9dm768hGrk/S220/DSC02055.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RjrQjcXJgQk/R508F7H-owI/AAAAAAAAABw/tAZWOVjJH8M/s72-c/The+Elements+of+Letting+Go.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-682631513705178256.post-5518375617539504653</id><published>2008-01-23T20:36:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-10T22:46:18.987-05:00</updated><title type='text'>imbalance</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RjrQjcXJgQk/R5017LH-ouI/AAAAAAAAABc/V8DYBLtyXAA/s1600-h/Imbalance.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RjrQjcXJgQk/R5017LH-ouI/AAAAAAAAABc/V8DYBLtyXAA/s320/Imbalance.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160340038751265506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This collage depicts a green triangle balancing on a white circle. On top of the triangle are five arrows, one in the direction that is heaviest and four pulling in the opposite direction. There is a thin strip of silver on the right-hand side of the triangle. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve been struggling between who I am and who I want to be. Am I becoming the person I never wanted to be, or is it that the voice of “them” that I am internalizing? Do I really want to travel or am I just scared? Am I keeping myself from my Self?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The triangle represents change, green represents vibrancy. I believe that change can be difficult, but we choose to learn what we want from it. The fact that I have emerced myself in my job is represented by the single arrow going in the “right” direction. That &lt;strong&gt;one &lt;/strong&gt; arrow is tipping the scales heavily. Most people in my life seem to think that traipsing around the corporate world is the perfect avenue for me... I'm not convinced. I'm realizing the value of true friends, grappling with the non-existence of my immediate freedom, and learning the importance of maintaining a healthful routine. I'm discovering new parts of myself and learning how to maneuver in a vast, unknown world.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/682631513705178256-5518375617539504653?l=abbielongero.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbielongero.blogspot.com/feeds/5518375617539504653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=682631513705178256&amp;postID=5518375617539504653' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/682631513705178256/posts/default/5518375617539504653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/682631513705178256/posts/default/5518375617539504653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbielongero.blogspot.com/2008/01/imbalance.html' title='imbalance'/><author><name>Abbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10477159411669988525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RjrQjcXJgQk/TPAIojq_OqI/AAAAAAAAAHY/E9dm768hGrk/S220/DSC02055.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RjrQjcXJgQk/R5017LH-ouI/AAAAAAAAABc/V8DYBLtyXAA/s72-c/Imbalance.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-682631513705178256.post-8021471489908175389</id><published>2008-01-23T20:36:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-27T21:25:04.871-05:00</updated><title type='text'>quarter life crisis</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RjrQjcXJgQk/R507E7H-ovI/AAAAAAAAABk/rH_J2i0t4zQ/s1600-h/QuarterLife.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RjrQjcXJgQk/R507E7H-ovI/AAAAAAAAABk/rH_J2i0t4zQ/s320/QuarterLife.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160345703813128946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your greatest strength is your greatest weakness… what you want most, you most fear… balance in all things. This collage is a reflection of a time of huge transition in my life. The circle is gray to represent life being different shades of it. Life is not black and white. There must be boundaries, but life is merely a series of different perspectives. All truths are relative; all thoughts are relative. The artistic staircase represents the dichotomy between climbing the ladder of life and plunging into it. Upon arrival of every opportunity there in lies a choice of what we want our lives to be about; the next set in the creation of our lives. Meanwhile life is still flowing; a constant that can always be relied upon is change. This is illustrated by the wave of water flowing through the staircase. All of these are tied together with the shadow of black background to pronounce the interconnectivity of all people and facts of life. &lt;br /&gt; The staircase… depending on who you speak to about each opportunity you could be plunging into a pit of despair or you could be moving up in the world. All the perspectives in the world are what make up the spectrum of the staircase and life is what you create from what you are given.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/682631513705178256-8021471489908175389?l=abbielongero.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbielongero.blogspot.com/feeds/8021471489908175389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=682631513705178256&amp;postID=8021471489908175389' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/682631513705178256/posts/default/8021471489908175389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/682631513705178256/posts/default/8021471489908175389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbielongero.blogspot.com/2008/01/paradoxical-life.html' title='quarter life crisis'/><author><name>Abbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10477159411669988525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RjrQjcXJgQk/TPAIojq_OqI/AAAAAAAAAHY/E9dm768hGrk/S220/DSC02055.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RjrQjcXJgQk/R507E7H-ovI/AAAAAAAAABk/rH_J2i0t4zQ/s72-c/QuarterLife.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-682631513705178256.post-1145415307850378987</id><published>2008-01-23T20:27:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-07T12:44:27.407-04:00</updated><title type='text'>la santa de la puseta</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RjrQjcXJgQk/R5099rH-ozI/AAAAAAAAACI/WKvaFgEKCUY/s1600-h/La+Santa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RjrQjcXJgQk/R5099rH-ozI/AAAAAAAAACI/WKvaFgEKCUY/s320/La+Santa.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160348877793960754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The background is a pink, oddly shaped “X”. It has veins going through it to illustrate the life of the pussy. The “x” is the womyn chromosome-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a beautiful blonde woman who seems to be teasing the viewer. She wears a pair of sunglasses. No, look closer, they’re a pair of eyes. These are the eyes from an old soul, a woman who represents the womyn of the world. She is the one who knows the injustice that has been thrust upon women for centuries on end. This soul lives in the beautiful body because she has learned to adapt… to outwardly fit the mold she has been conditioned to show the world. She holds an ice cream cone with a “Y” in it. Behind the “Y” is a cage. On the bottom is a long cage, on it are 5 of the letter "y"s turned upside-down. The "Y" cages are to symbolize the social, physical, religious, emotional and sexual confines that male-dominated social structure has put on women throughout history.&lt;br /&gt; The large cage is beneath her feet and upside down because the women of the world aren’t accepting these male-assigned confines. We are paving our own way, with heels. We are giving back these cages. The charms we’ve been conditioned to use have made us refute traditional gender dominance. We now use those charms to fight the oppressive ideologies- we start by delivering the reclaimed pussy cage, politely, in an ice cream cone. It’s our gift back to the social construct... Lick it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/682631513705178256-1145415307850378987?l=abbielongero.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbielongero.blogspot.com/feeds/1145415307850378987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=682631513705178256&amp;postID=1145415307850378987' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/682631513705178256/posts/default/1145415307850378987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/682631513705178256/posts/default/1145415307850378987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbielongero.blogspot.com/2008/01/la-santa-de-la-puseta.html' title='la santa de la puseta'/><author><name>Abbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10477159411669988525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RjrQjcXJgQk/TPAIojq_OqI/AAAAAAAAAHY/E9dm768hGrk/S220/DSC02055.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RjrQjcXJgQk/R5099rH-ozI/AAAAAAAAACI/WKvaFgEKCUY/s72-c/La+Santa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-682631513705178256.post-4701987379447559915</id><published>2007-05-12T13:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-01-27T21:24:43.094-05:00</updated><title type='text'>sin dignidad</title><content type='html'>... Description in progress. Use your introspective imagination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RjrQjcXJgQk/RkX5op7TSsI/AAAAAAAAAA8/MNQrduMZkMU/s1600-h/Sin+Dignidad.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RjrQjcXJgQk/RkX5op7TSsI/AAAAAAAAAA8/MNQrduMZkMU/s320/Sin+Dignidad.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063727832892656322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/682631513705178256-4701987379447559915?l=abbielongero.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbielongero.blogspot.com/feeds/4701987379447559915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=682631513705178256&amp;postID=4701987379447559915' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/682631513705178256/posts/default/4701987379447559915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/682631513705178256/posts/default/4701987379447559915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbielongero.blogspot.com/2007/05/sin-dignidad.html' title='sin dignidad'/><author><name>Abbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10477159411669988525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RjrQjcXJgQk/TPAIojq_OqI/AAAAAAAAAHY/E9dm768hGrk/S220/DSC02055.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RjrQjcXJgQk/RkX5op7TSsI/AAAAAAAAAA8/MNQrduMZkMU/s72-c/Sin+Dignidad.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-682631513705178256.post-2453433189313338514</id><published>2007-05-09T22:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-12-01T23:27:38.753-05:00</updated><title type='text'>challenging boundaries</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RjrQjcXJgQk/R1I0MfEJiiI/AAAAAAAAABE/Y4decIBzv5w/s1600-R/Challenging+Boundaries.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RjrQjcXJgQk/R1I0MfEJiiI/AAAAAAAAABE/VYO5DLnU6gY/s320/Challenging+Boundaries.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139227513885133346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Challenging social norms, historically-defined cultural roles, sexuality and gender... pushing the envelope seems to be the theme of my life right now. Question everything; life is constantly changing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This piece is a duality in meaning of both my physical parameters in Washington,DC and of my contemplation of challenging my existing mental limits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A diamond makes up the background for the piece and is also the shape of the district. The green line has "society" glued backwards upon it. There's an arrow with an "X" shooting through the green line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The "X" sinifies womyn... the X chromosome. The torn edges are to illustrate that the womyn that challenge societal boundaries aren't always the well-behaved ones. We are strong, determined womyn that are challenging traditional gender roles and growing the limits of our backward society.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fact that I live in DC was an important integration into this piece as I left my whole world behind to come to this city to start a new direction of creating myself. The green strip in the piece represents the metro green line and my stronger dedication to being more environmentally conscious.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/682631513705178256-2453433189313338514?l=abbielongero.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbielongero.blogspot.com/feeds/2453433189313338514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=682631513705178256&amp;postID=2453433189313338514' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/682631513705178256/posts/default/2453433189313338514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/682631513705178256/posts/default/2453433189313338514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbielongero.blogspot.com/2007/05/challenging-boundaries.html' title='challenging boundaries'/><author><name>Abbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10477159411669988525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RjrQjcXJgQk/TPAIojq_OqI/AAAAAAAAAHY/E9dm768hGrk/S220/DSC02055.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RjrQjcXJgQk/R1I0MfEJiiI/AAAAAAAAABE/VYO5DLnU6gY/s72-c/Challenging+Boundaries.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-682631513705178256.post-4781133798651912454</id><published>2007-05-09T21:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-01-27T21:24:29.214-05:00</updated><title type='text'>womyn in rapture</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RjrQjcXJgQk/RkX4r57TSrI/AAAAAAAAAA0/DmgImihI3Og/s1600-h/Woman+in+Rapture.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RjrQjcXJgQk/RkX4r57TSrI/AAAAAAAAAA0/DmgImihI3Og/s320/Woman+in+Rapture.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063726789215603378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This piece is intended to depict the elusive feeling that happens when a womnyn's heart is ablaze with passion. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pictures are all in "O" shapes... orgasm. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The passion in her head spreads to her vagina, out her mouth,and her eyes have no choice but to tear and close. This feeling gets more intense the greater her honest passion is for her lover and for herself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her toes curl and energy bursts out of every pore. It's and explosion of  vulnerability and trust. It's an act of the most intense self-loving experience. The best orgasms come from the most honest places within ourselves, and the more honest we are with ourselves, the more open we can be to passion, vulnerability and exploration. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A womyn bent over backward is displayed to illustrate that her passion is so intense that her brain is no longer taking hostage over her body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A womyn is lying openly naked... Sex is never only about one thing; it can be scary, it can be beautiful, it can be sad, it can be liberating. Sex is not directly connected to the vagina, and the sexuality of the vagina depends on the perspective of she who wears it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A cunt... pink with light radiating from the inside of the womyn's heart. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The womyn reaches her climax as she rips her chest cavity open to allow her heart to be free of the physical confines of her body...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thus, extasis.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/682631513705178256-4781133798651912454?l=abbielongero.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbielongero.blogspot.com/feeds/4781133798651912454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=682631513705178256&amp;postID=4781133798651912454' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/682631513705178256/posts/default/4781133798651912454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/682631513705178256/posts/default/4781133798651912454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbielongero.blogspot.com/2007/05/womyn-in-rapture.html' title='womyn in rapture'/><author><name>Abbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10477159411669988525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RjrQjcXJgQk/TPAIojq_OqI/AAAAAAAAAHY/E9dm768hGrk/S220/DSC02055.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RjrQjcXJgQk/RkX4r57TSrI/AAAAAAAAAA0/DmgImihI3Og/s72-c/Woman+in+Rapture.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-682631513705178256.post-8355948212680724882</id><published>2007-03-25T15:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-01-27T21:24:13.433-05:00</updated><title type='text'>por todo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RjrQjcXJgQk/RgbJ_OKE1YI/AAAAAAAAAAs/dVBVJUROmjc/s1600-h/Por+Todo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RjrQjcXJgQk/RgbJ_OKE1YI/AAAAAAAAAAs/dVBVJUROmjc/s320/Por+Todo.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045942520484517250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For All...&lt;br /&gt;I keep hope that each day we will grow as a global community to be more compassionate to every person and every thing on Earth, including ourselves. The letters scattered around the edges spell out 'EQUALITY'. Equality in citizen rights, equality in gender, equality in pay, equality in our minds and hearts. Orange is fire. We need fire to get this revolution going, we need to make a change. Equality needs to be  unscrambled to be given to everyone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/682631513705178256-8355948212680724882?l=abbielongero.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbielongero.blogspot.com/feeds/8355948212680724882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=682631513705178256&amp;postID=8355948212680724882' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/682631513705178256/posts/default/8355948212680724882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/682631513705178256/posts/default/8355948212680724882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbielongero.blogspot.com/2007/03/por-todo.html' title='por todo'/><author><name>Abbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10477159411669988525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RjrQjcXJgQk/TPAIojq_OqI/AAAAAAAAAHY/E9dm768hGrk/S220/DSC02055.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RjrQjcXJgQk/RgbJ_OKE1YI/AAAAAAAAAAs/dVBVJUROmjc/s72-c/Por+Todo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-682631513705178256.post-4043446218664890317</id><published>2007-03-25T14:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-01-23T20:27:24.721-05:00</updated><title type='text'>that is so GAY</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RjrQjcXJgQk/RgbGouKE1XI/AAAAAAAAAAk/q_XQ6-O-KrQ/s1600-h/That+is+SO+GAY.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RjrQjcXJgQk/RgbGouKE1XI/AAAAAAAAAAk/q_XQ6-O-KrQ/s320/That+is+SO+GAY.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045938835402577266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of us who self-identify as GAY think of the word in a positive sense. In more obtuse circles, this word has a negative connotation illustrated through the commonplace use of the phrase, "That is so GAY." It is used interchangeably with describing something as stupid, ridiculous or ugly, and has almost become a staple in modern language with out any questioning of how thoughtless that phrase actually is. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is power in the reclamation of derogatory terms and phrases; this piece seeks to do just that. The background is a mélange rainbow colors with torn edges to symbolize the strength of character of the activists who seek GAY equality. The letters are created from cut-outs of integral components of GAY culture. The words placed over those are to shed light on my way to look at being GAY.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/682631513705178256-4043446218664890317?l=abbielongero.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbielongero.blogspot.com/feeds/4043446218664890317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=682631513705178256&amp;postID=4043446218664890317' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/682631513705178256/posts/default/4043446218664890317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/682631513705178256/posts/default/4043446218664890317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbielongero.blogspot.com/2007/03/self-titled.html' title='that is so GAY'/><author><name>Abbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10477159411669988525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RjrQjcXJgQk/TPAIojq_OqI/AAAAAAAAAHY/E9dm768hGrk/S220/DSC02055.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RjrQjcXJgQk/RgbGouKE1XI/AAAAAAAAAAk/q_XQ6-O-KrQ/s72-c/That+is+SO+GAY.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-682631513705178256.post-1154959218781478074</id><published>2007-03-25T14:28:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-01-27T21:23:53.246-05:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm coming out</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RjrQjcXJgQk/RgbDTuKE1WI/AAAAAAAAAAc/1fztwVENrtM/s1600-h/Transition.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RjrQjcXJgQk/RgbDTuKE1WI/AAAAAAAAAAc/1fztwVENrtM/s320/Transition.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045935176090441058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This piece is mounted on etching metal. The background is a rainbow in the shape of a triangle. Placed over the triangle is a door on which are the words "everything" and "nothing." The door signifies he proverbial closet door from whence all gay men and women emerge. The Triangle shape is both a duality of the universal symbol for change and an inverted "V" for Vagina.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Collage on etching metal. &lt;br /&gt;I used metal to signify the nature of a change of this magnitude… it’s hard, it’s strong.&lt;br /&gt;The background is a rainbow in the shape of a triangle, a dual symbol of both the vagina and change. Overlaid on the triangle is a door with "everything" and "nothing" are displayed. The door signifies the proverbial closet from whence all gays emerge. Ideas about my future, perception of the world and my goals as a woman are taking on new shape. I am redefining my existence to the world, beginning with myself. I feel like sometimes I revert back to pre-pubescent timidity when I am in the social scene meeting people. It is one of the scariest journeys I've ever begun...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/682631513705178256-1154959218781478074?l=abbielongero.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbielongero.blogspot.com/feeds/1154959218781478074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=682631513705178256&amp;postID=1154959218781478074' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/682631513705178256/posts/default/1154959218781478074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/682631513705178256/posts/default/1154959218781478074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbielongero.blogspot.com/2007/03/changes.html' title='i&apos;m coming out'/><author><name>Abbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10477159411669988525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RjrQjcXJgQk/TPAIojq_OqI/AAAAAAAAAHY/E9dm768hGrk/S220/DSC02055.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RjrQjcXJgQk/RgbDTuKE1WI/AAAAAAAAAAc/1fztwVENrtM/s72-c/Transition.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-682631513705178256.post-6851415257102573552</id><published>2007-03-25T11:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-11-25T21:37:16.333-05:00</updated><title type='text'>courage to embrace</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RjrQjcXJgQk/Rga_JuKE1VI/AAAAAAAAAAU/X4HTy4A_MQ8/s1600-h/Stumbling+sm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RjrQjcXJgQk/Rga_JuKE1VI/AAAAAAAAAAU/X4HTy4A_MQ8/s320/Stumbling+sm.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045930606245238098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;paper collage on poster board.&lt;br /&gt;In this piece I contrast my desire with my habit through symbols.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The women have no faces because when images are illustrated to define a feeling, they are not easily erased. The women display their love and partnership through their caresses. The giver yearns for belonging as her lover melts into their mutual vulnerability. The red curve in the background symbolizes the emotional oneness that grows through their honest commitment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My inspiration for this piece came from the realization that I've only dated men in the past year out of habit and hetero-normative conditioning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I've desired is to be in relationships with women. The word “desire” is spelled out in the bubbles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blue squares are convention. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am abandoning the heterosexual social construct.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/682631513705178256-6851415257102573552?l=abbielongero.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbielongero.blogspot.com/feeds/6851415257102573552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=682631513705178256&amp;postID=6851415257102573552' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/682631513705178256/posts/default/6851415257102573552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/682631513705178256/posts/default/6851415257102573552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbielongero.blogspot.com/2007/03/stumbling-upon-truthrift-in-sexuality.html' title='courage to embrace'/><author><name>Abbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10477159411669988525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RjrQjcXJgQk/TPAIojq_OqI/AAAAAAAAAHY/E9dm768hGrk/S220/DSC02055.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RjrQjcXJgQk/Rga_JuKE1VI/AAAAAAAAAAU/X4HTy4A_MQ8/s72-c/Stumbling+sm.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
