Leigh Cowart

@voraciousbrain.bsky.social

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that weird masochist you heard about, author of "Hurts So Good: The Science and Culture of Pain on Purpose" and repped by Anna Sproul-Latimer at Neon Literary

crawling sun bear looking shady
Short video of Leigh dancing in a contemporary pole class, wearing a shapeless black sack, knee pads, socks, and a smile, just worming around
Orange tabby sitting with his front legs close together so it looks like he has boobies; eyes indicate that he does not have the brain cell right now
"It's a testament to Leigh Cowart's skill and charm that a book about pain should feel so joyful.... Hurts So Good is a book of wonderful paradoxes--a rich, hilarious, and endlessly fascinating look at a world that most of us know but few of us understand." - Ed Yong, Pulitzer Prize-winner and author of "I Contain Multitudes"
"the Greeks are being slaughtered" said in a VERY strong Boston accent, by patroclus, in the movie troy (2004)
AFAB: Assigned female at birth AMAB: Assigned male at birth ACAB: All cops are bastards AHAB: Towards thee I roll, thou all-destroying but unconquering whale; to the last I grapple with thee; from hell’s heart I stab at thee; for hate’s sake I spit my last breath at thee. Sink a-
shohei ohtani with his mouth open, eyes closed, face tipped up, being showered with, uh, definitely beer, a liquid that definitely doednt resemble piss or cum or milk or any other mammalian fluid
Two tabby orange cats sitting in a box together, with just their heads peeking out. one is twice as large as the other and he is smiling; the other is small and she is nearly asleep, her head resting on her wittle paw. they are the epitome of vacancy.
beautiful grumpy gray cat being held like an upright baby, scowling
"Downtown Asheville infrastructure remained largely untouched by the storm, allowing shops and restaurants to reopen, some with limited operations, alongside our neighbors in the towns of Weaverville and Black Mountain. We are filled with hope and heart as music venues begin to turn on stage lights and holiday events take shape."
voraciousbrain, face tipped up into the sun, eyes closed, golden retriever-like copper hair flowing in breeze
T'pol: one of the first things a diplomat learns is not to stick his fingers where they don't belong
Leigh making crying face in front of a big eye that is crying
bryce harper's little green phanatic mitten
harper face down getting crazy intense cupping all over his entire back
Centurio senex, two pics: face flap down, and face flap up
Larry Hotdogs, grey cat, sticking tongue out and receiving pet
cat wearing frilly collar, sitting in the audience, watching the show
a black cat (you) getting squirted in the face with milk by a bunch of cow teats (my book)
beauty of joseon - relief sun rice + probiotic spf50+ pa++++ - 50ml
orange cat sitting on fridge looking alert
fluffy small orange tabby showing tummy
tiny orange tabby with her tongue out licking her nose, blissfully ensconced in a mattress topper fresh from the dryer
colander full of wineberries featuring some of the prickly bits still attached
Butt in pink shorts with my July 18th paperback publication date written on the picture. Hot pink paperbacks of "Hurt So Good" coming out the same week as the Barbie Movie
fluffy orange cat curled up on a bed in the classic shrimp position
Screenshot of Merlin bird id app showing: house finch, Carolina wren, house wren, song sparrow, tufted titmouse
selfie of white genderqueer person with tattoos flexing newly enlarged bicep in car after sweaty workout and smiling
"Illness, I think, is a temporality — and not, as Susan Sontag famously posited in Illness as Metaphor, a place, where everyone holds dual citizenship between the kingdoms of sickness and health and can pass between the two. The truer statement, it seems to me, belongs to Gilda Radner, who died young of ovarian cancer: “It’s always something.” Constantly dealing with those somethings takes time, and you can no longer even pretend that your life will go along in an orderly, productive way. But does anyone’s? I’ve come to realize that the bifurcation between the sick and the well, the disabled and the able-bodied, is capitalism’s intervention. In reality, there are just bodies, just us."