September 2012
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i. 2:10 AM
You murmur in your sleep,
burrow yourself further into my arms.
I hold you tighter,
but the only things I can keep you safe from
are the things outside your head.ii. 4:15 AM
Your back is to me, a cello curve in the dark,
and a small gasp escapes you,
as if you were trying to breathe and
failing.
I whisper your name, prop myself up
but you fall still and silent as if to say
I am not crying
so I lie back down because
sometimes I don’t know how to show you
I love you
other than believing whatever you want me to.iii. 6:43 AM
You slip out of my arms, out of the bed.
I open my eyes a crack to watch you
pull my shirt on, crinkly and white and
far too big for you. I shut my eyes,
listen to your feet pattering against the creaky floors,
wondering if you are coming back to me.iv. 7:20 AM
You kiss my forehead and I want
to continue feigning sleep, to keep you there
looking at me tenderly, stroking my hair,
but at your touch my eyes flutter open.
The sunlight catches in your hair
and I think of the story you told me -
how when you were little you dreamt
your bed was afloat in the sea,
the sheets a sail, you an explorer.v. 7:23 AM
You say, it’s time to get up,
but I am afraid of the clocks that run in you,
afraid they will stop, or run themselves haggard.
Instead, I pull you into our bed,
our little ship drifting across the sea -
here we are safe, here is a land
where nobody cries at 4:15 in the morning,
and there is nothing I cannot protect you from.
Where there is a possibility we will make it to shore.
August 2012
“The problem with sexist, racist, homophobic, transphobic, classist, ableist, etc., remarks and “jokes” is not that they’re offensive, but that by relying for their meaning on harmful cultural narratives about privileged and marginalized groups they reinforce those narratives, and the stronger those narratives are, the stronger the implicit biases with which people are indoctrinated are. That’s real harm, not just “offense.”
—I Don’t Care If You’re Offended by Scott Madin. (via futureabortiondoctor)
Lost silent film with all-Native American cast found
The Daughter of Dawn, an 80-minute feature film, was shot in July of 1920 in the Wichita Mountains Wildlife Refuge near Lawton, southwest Oklahoma. It was unique in the annals of silent film (or talkies, for that matter) for having a cast of 300 Comanches and Kiowas who brought their own clothes, horses, tipis, everyday props and who told their story without a single reference to the United States Cavalry. It was a love story, a four-person star-crossed romance that ends with the two main characters together happily ever after. There are two buffalo hunt sequences with actual herds of buffalo being chased down by hunters on bareback just as they had done on the Plains 50 years earlier.
insert video here wherein i parody that okcupid “kiss every cat” girl by crying about kissing every pre-scratch lady troll
shout-out to all the people who, when I was younger, smugly belittled my shitty relationship with my mom as being something that all teenagers go through and not-so-subtly implying that it’s all my fault/in my head
separate shout-out to other people who have non-relationships with their parents because their parents actually are abusive and horrible and it didn’t suddenly repair itself once we “grew out of it” or w/e because oh yeah parents being terrible people is an actual thing that happens and is not our fault
Holl.
Er.
The Internet- The Garden
Bruce Springsteen & The E Street Band
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I don’t know about you
But I’m coming down now
What the hell is a "Social Justice Blogger"?
I know that there are blogs on Tumblr devoted exclusively to issues surrounding social justice. Lately I don’t even like the term social justice. Oppression isn’t a “social” thing. It’s pervasive. It permeates through every part of a person’s life.
Anyway, many people on Tumblr have personal blogs. They just so happen to talk about their lives. If you are a part of a marginalized group oppression is a part of your life. Many of us choose to talk about that. Many of us choose to comment on the pervasiveness of white hegemony.
I am not a “social justice blogger”. I am person who posts things on a blog. A good chunk of those things happen to be about white hegemony.
I think the frustrating part of the label is that the idiots who deny the exist of white hegemony use it to dismiss people. Those “social justice bloggers” are just bleeding hearts who see oppression everywhere.
I speak for myself when I say that I am not a bleeding heart. But oppression is everywhere. It was sewn into the fabric of society. It exists in the tapestry. From the way our government functions to the advertisements that we see on television, oppression is present.
I don’t turn a blind eye to it.
Get over it.
“I still think it’s important for people to have a sharp, ongoing critique of marriage in patriarchal society — because once you marry within a society that remains patriarchal, no matter how alternative you want to be within your unit, there is still a culture outside you that will impose many, many values on you whether you want them to or not.”
—bell hooks
(via thechocolatebrigade)
