April 2011
20 posts
Love is a sticky package
Love is a complicated thing. Sometimes it blows my mind how easily you can hurt the people you care about. I think we’re supposed to believe that when you love somebody, everything is perfect and you never do anything fucked up and they never do anything fucked up. And I think we’re supposed to believe that if we do something fucked up that we don’t love that person, and also...
“I use labels because we haven’t gotten beyond race or class or other differences...”
– Gloria Anzaldua (via queerbody)
“Power is the ability not just to tell the story of another person, but to make...”
– Chimamanda Adichie (via robot-heart-politics)
WatchIDENTITY POLITICS, POLICING & FENCES
SUBTITLED VERSION HERE
This video contains some whiskey ramblings on the ways in which identity politics can sometimes mirror the discourses of dominant culture that tell us that we have to police and defend our identities like they are our property. We tried to be articulate, but it is hard to talk about such big things in such a short period of time.
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Sometimes I feel like the most radical thing...
Healers
I have this friend named Christine. I’ve only known her for a few months, and sometimes we like to talk about how we have absolutely nothing in common. Everything I love, she hates and vice versa. We really care for each other though, and I think it’s an energy thing. I love being around her because she is calm, easy-going, relaxed. And I think part of the reason she likes me is...
This morning over eggs with broken yolks and coffee with too much cream, I said to Majestic, “Fuck. Sometimes I feel like the biggest faker. Like, should I even be bothering with this self-love crap? I mean, who am I to say ‘love yourself’, when I’m filled with so much self-loathing and doubt?” And in her toughest tough love voice, Majestic said to me,...
“Compassion is not a relationship between the healer and the wounded. It’s a...”
– Pema Chödrön (via dreamhampton1)
inkstainedqueer asked: Raw ramblings or, perhaps, a love letter:
I am practicing self-love by learning to draw hearts and lungs and breathing poetry into them. I get my monsters out on sketchbooks and give them names and faces. I count my safe spaces and drink lots of tea. I wear pink nail polish to resist heterosexist assumptions about my trans boy person. I poke a finger at my chest and remind myself...
I am practicing self-love by learning to draw hearts and lungs and breathing poetry into them. I get my monsters out on sketchbooks and give them names and faces. I count my safe spaces and drink lots of tea. I wear pink nail polish to resist heterosexist assumptions about my trans boy person. I poke a finger at my chest and remind myself...
living piece of art
When an artist makes a beautiful painting, or takes a gorgeous vivid photo, or creates a stunning sculpture, people compliment that art. They see the beauty, the vision that the artist was seeing when it was created. They may understand the intention or interpret the intention through their own lens, but regardless, they are impacted. When artists turn down compliments or argue with their...
“Not-knowing is an inevitable part of learning & loving. Not giving a fuck is...”
– This is a quote by our friend, romham. Check out their incredible blog here.
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we need to love one another with open hands not...
unless we are fisting or being fisted
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DON'T GET IT TWISTED
i want us to try and resist our historical amnesia for a moment and take a look the rich histories we young queers are implicated in. illuminated in the complicated layers of our pasts (and present), and deeply embedded in our how we understand and speak about ourselves, is an intensely violent relationship with the police state. i don’t want to pretend that history and present...
