Pet peeve of the day: self-righteous white guys who need to check their privilege.
I know this is like a cliche tumblr rant and all but I’m having a hard time acting professional at work under these circumstances.
Deep breaths.
In 4 hours ill go home and smoke and listen to refused and then go to my two friends’ estrogen anniversary potluck and things will be better. I can do this.
And if I can’t i will perhaps just barf up stomach acids all over the white guy.
Or at least imagine myself doing that because I don’t have the ovaries to confront people like that. Maybe one day I will be bitchier and not get steamrolled anymore.
if i have to deal with another arrogant or self-centered person i think i will spontonaneously combust. i am so glad i’m going to go hide out at the labyrinth later on.
also, i didn’t spell spontonaneously wrong, it just sounds better that way.
chase & status (ft. plan b) - end credits
antony and the johnsons - i’m a bird gerhl
calm down and go to sleep music. i really love her deep voice and feminine/gentle tone.
i don’t think it is the official video, but it has erotic artwork of women on unicorns and subverted religious undertones. i think the drawings are proof that there are lesbian orgies in heaven, but i’m not sure.
lately i’ve been thinking that most of my problems could be solved by yelling ‘you don’t know me’ and stomping off.
there is really not a big difference between neoliberals and neoconservatives is there?
what is this thing called a social safety net and where can i get one?
choking back the residue of a thousand losses that crept up on us
ashes kept under the mattress like the rest of our dreams
i could feel it in my small intestine
here’s to all the quiet queers.
all the queers who eat micro-agressions and secretly cry themselves to sleep.
the queers who dress the way their cis mothers told them to.
the queers who think about killing cis fucks every half hour, but never say a word more radical than “sorry.”
the queers who sip tea at their friend’s house while considering suicide, since that’s just about all they can think about.
the queers who are living double lives.
the queers who put on makeup at 2 a.m. in a hand mirror, making sure to wipe it off before school the next morning.
the queers who go to work dead and come home to see the world.
the queers who fuck, and suck, and kiss with the same hands and lips they use to eat dinner with their well-meaning shitty-acting parents
the queers who are ugly to you, too fat for you, running from you with lips sewn shut
here’s to the quiet queers, since it’s about fucking time we stopped shaming them.
(Source: mascfemme, via gay-for-satan)
(Note: This is from a zine somewhere I rediscovered on my computer while cleaning up my files. I don’t remember there being an author and I can’t remember the name of the thing it was in. :()
“In so-called revolutionary movements, both historical and current ones, the concept of “burning” or “dropping” out is consistently apparent. Obviously, after years of trying and failing to achieve a specific goal like social insurrection or revolution, one might eventually feel some degree of disempowerment or disappointment.
For example, when you are a part of a movement that faces consistent repression by the state, whether that be through surveillance and infiltration by the government, or insane bail fees and prison sentences by its legal system, such bullying can (because that is the government’s intention) carry an anxiety or paranoia that would torment any community or individual waving a radical flag. People get drunk and break windows, spray-paint buildings, smash statues, or commit violence all the time. These petty crimes are the enjoyment of teenagers across the world. Insurrectionists and revolutionaries mystify this behavior by isolating acts of violence, politicizing them, and as a result, separating them from the social violence of daily life. As a result, the state manages such behavior as different, particular, “political,” and determines consequences accordingly.
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By Leslie Feinberg