So that whole ‘The Indian Sherlock’ thing got me brooding over the shitfit some parts of fandom tend to throw at the prospect of a Holmes and/or Watson that aren’t British - and how by ‘British’, they in fact mean ‘a very narrow idea of ~Britishness~ that includes the following attributes: white, English, and coded as upper to upper-middle class’.
And how, if you don’t think that’s true, you should try to imagine fandom’s reaction if the next big Holmes adaptation to come along had Holmes and Watson as British, yeah - young black British men, living case to case on a council estate in a dodgy area of London. How fandom would react if Sherlock Holmes didn’t employ street kids and homeless people like trained animals to do his bidding, but instead was part of that invisible underclass; if instead of having his eccentricities tolerated~ by Scotland Yard on account of being the Great White Genius, Sherlock Holmes, BME, school dropout, and sometime addict, was regarded by the police as practically a criminal already, one more thug, one more junkie, one more dealer in the making. If he had to choose between buying the week’s groceries or palming a twenty to a bored constable for the chance to spend five minutes on a crime scene, in the hope that whoever’s under enough pressure to deal with crime rates in the neighbourhood will pay him enough for a perp to feed himself and Watson for a month or two. If the greatest threat to his safety were police brutality, or the prospect of being done for a snitch; if his arch enemy weren’t Moriarty, but the systemic poverty and inequality that has him helping out his oppressors just to get by, and that makes the other side of the law look more tempting to someone with his skills every day.
And then I realised that I want this adaptation LIKE BURNING, that I have already headcast Holmes and Watson as John Boyega and Leeon Jones, and that from now on whenever I watch Sherlock I will be imagining this instead and crying softly deep within my soul.
that awkward moment I fell in love with sophistry before knowing who sophistry was
have likely never felt the flood of relief that there is a WORD FOR WHAT YOU ARE after spending years wondering if you were broken, what was wrong with you, feeling ridiculously isolated and having other people complain about things you can’t change about yourself. If there’s a word for it, that makes it a real thing.
Knowing that I am real, that I am not alone, has done so much more for me than this idea that homogenizing everyone by refusing to recognize our differences is supposed to. I felt invisible and/or mocked for most of my life by people who thought we should all just be “people.” Why in the world would anyone think that could be a good thing for me now?
“Why does everyone need a label, GAWD!?” is code for “I haven’t given my self and who I am much thought, and the fact that you have, and have had to, upsets me. So stop it and be more like me, dammit!”
“I was not popular with the people I set boundaries with. When I finally decided I was worth much more than how I was being treated it was like shining a spotlight on how other people were behaving badly.
Just because setting a boundary with someone becomes uncomfortable for them does not mean we should back down. We do not have to be unkind but we do have to remain strong.
Remember that setting a boundary with abusive, unkind, and controlling people is challenging the power they think they hold over you. But other people do not hold power over you unless you let them. So do not give your personal power away by feeling guilty or allowing people to talk you out of the decisions you make for your greater good. In your heart you know setting boundaries is the right action. In loving yourself you must bravely stay the course, no matter what anyone else says. Other people do not have your best interest at heart so you must.
I’ve been reading a lot about the ACA and I notice that not everyone is up to date on what’s going down with birth control now that SCOTUS has given their ruling. So here’s a bit of info on what to expect:
Please let me know if any of the links go down. I have most if not all of them saved. Also if you have any articles, books, or fact sheets you recommend, add them or message me. Also message me if there is something specific or a specific group you’d like information about. I have a large list (and I have no problem searching a little if it’s something I don’t have).
Also let me know if I should divide them into sections by ethnic background.
I got a message from the anon from an ask on ladyatheist’s tumblr about mental ilness and PoC, and I got an anon asking for this information and I feel it is a good reference/starting point so I am making it into a post.
A lot of literature regarding people of color and mental illness is about the stigma within the Black community or Latin@ community, rather than the struggles faced from within mental health institutions, so I am mostly posting other kinds of links.
History of black people and mental institutions (link)
In Our Own Voice: African-American Stories of Oppression, Survival, and Recovery in Mental Health Systems (link) (pdf)
“I am always femme: whether I am wearing a short skirt, men’s pants, or nothing at all, you should be able to tell. Why? Because of how I walk. Because of the space my femininity takes up. Because of the way I have subsumed masculinity and remade it into my femininity. Because of how I look at you, sizing you up, deciding if I want to fuck, deciding whether to pull you or push you. Because of the way I talk to you, touch you, exist in space with you.”—
whoever said people with vaginas w/o stp devices can’t urinate in public was a fool and a con. i just peed on a rock behind a tree in a park in broad daylight with a cigarette in one hand and an ipod playing robyn in the other while a cyclist drove by. all vaginaed people should clearly follow my glamorous example
oh, baby, please let’s catch amnesia together. i don’t want to remember. it’ll just hurt for a minute. it’s easy once you begin in it. i’ll walk into a wall, you follow me, slip and fall, we’ll forget it all. let’s forget it all.