EXTREME RANT–#cHARLESTONSHOOTING June 18, 2015
I feel like this world is telling me, telling us – don’t breathe while being black.
You’re sleeping in your own house – you get shot.
You go to the store for snacks – you get killed
You go enjoy a dip in pool – you get cursed at, gun drawn on you, flung around
and your face smushed in the grass
You exercise your constitutionally given right to free speech – you get charged
with resisting arrest
You don’t shuffle along fast enough you get the silver bracelets
You drive a car that’s just a little too nice – you get pulled over and assumed to be
a car jacker.
You’re unarmed, but you panic and run (fight or flight) – you get shot.
You’re unarmed, you stand in place, you get shot
You’re driving home from your bachelor party – you get shot
You get in a car accident, you knock on someone’s door for help – you get shot
You play your music too loud – you get shot
You go to church, to pray – for peace, for justice, for healing – YOU GET FUCKING SHOT!!
Is this real life, right now?
I’m sitting here tearing up. I’m tired of this bullshit. First we were brought here for labor. Not we’re just for target practice.
And what will the media say about the victims? Will they pull out their bag of pre-conceived notions, sink into the muck and scrounge around for every single “misdeed” than any of these people may have done ever in their lives? Will they paint this not as a Bible study, but as some sort of agitator’s conference? “Oh, yeah. We know – them darkies just up to no good. Can’t have too many of them congregatin’ in one place”
And what does the media say about the killer? Will they call him a poor mixed up young kid? “He’s sick. He needs our understanding”
Fuck that. He’s a goddamn racist fucking terrorist bastard.
And he’s homegrown.
The United States of America.
Land of the free. Home of the brave.
That’s such a sad fucking joke, right now.
Laura Albert – Page – Interview Magazine July 29, 2013
Really interesting interview with writer Laura Albert who “faked” a persona, JT LeRoy, and became a literary sensation in the early years of the milennium
Bruising Beauty March 26, 2013
when you first see her you think she’s bruised. battered and abused.
but it’s makeup. as you look closer she’s flowered and rouged and artistically designed.
it’s beautiful. and grotesque.
and you don’t know how to feel
can her bruises be sexy?
the thought is disgusting,
but still you
wonder (ponder) over
of your twisted vision
it’s disturbing. and unsettling
do we love the image because
she is so bruised?
or do we like it
because: this was done to her
we used her for our canvas
and for one moment she’s
stuck in time as
the object of our aggression/love?
(Source: doloresdepalabra on tumblr)
I can’t cry enough over this … February 21, 2013
Why do we do this to another person? Why do we come up with ways to damage each other and destroy each others’ souls? This post probably won’t even be that coherent but I don’t even care. I just need to get this shit out of my head.
What brings me to this is reading an article about breast ironing. Yes. Ironing. Of. The. Breasts.
I don’t even know where to begin with this. I had heard about female genital mutilation, or female circumcision. It’s an appalling “custom”, “tradition” whatever the hell you want to call it. Its purpose is, supposedly, to remove any chance of sexual pleasure from a female, since it involves removal of the clitoris (clitoridectomy) and sometimes parts of the inner and outer labia, as well.
The girl is able to menstruate and urinate. It’s believed this will ensure a girls virginity, if she has no capacity for pleasure. Some say it’s for health reasons. I say it’s just another form of abuse and domination. Yet it’s performed by young girls, not by men, but by their own female relatives. Usually mothers and grandmothers, just as it was done to them.
I can’t really write more about this because it makes me squeamish and ill. Right now I’m literally squeezing my legs shut, the way you, comically, see a man tense up when a guy gets kicked in the nuts in a movie.
But this Cameroon breast ironing thing? I didn’t even know such a thing happened. I know sometimes you might wrap a girl’s breasts but physically applying heated stones to a growing child to slow down breast develop and help stave off possible sexual assault?!?!? For her own good?!?!? What the bloody fuck?!??! And again, it’s carried out, in secret, by women, against their own daughters and granddaughters.
Of course I sit here at my computer with my first world privilege and attitudes and decry the barbarism of this practice. I mean, how could I possibly understand – it’s not my culture. It’s not my country. It’s not my tradition.
Well fuck your goddamn tradition and your culture
How can physically damaging someone who you’re supposed to protect and emotionally destroying them, on purpose, ever be for their own good. It’s evil and cruel and sick and twisted and just plain, fucking wrong.
Hey, I’ve got a really great fucking idea: how about educating men and boys about fucking RESPECT and making the very idea of rape and abuse absolutely abhorrent. Ever think of that? Of course not – it’s always the women who have to pay.
Is it jealousy? Because we can bring forth life? Is it fear? Because we have the strength of the world within us and we’ve proven we can endure so much shit, so what the hell? Let’s shit on us some more?
And then somehow you bring us down so much that we believe that we’re not worthy of basic human decency. We convince ourselves it’s okay to destroy our sisters because we’re women, we don’t matter?
Sometimes I really fucking hate man (and woman) kind.