(1994- ) | 21+ blog | enby, demisexual (they/them) | AL | just a gay lil’ thang, surviving the American south. Adult themes are here about current issues, intersectionality, anti-apartheid, queerness, sexuality, gender, art, thirst traps, sub space, chronic illnesses, and more. #ACAB #blacklivesmatter #translivesmatter #blacktranslivesmatter #freepalestine
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💖—Demisexual, nonmonogamous, and poly-minded here. My love is fiery, attentive, and intense. And I’m a good boyo too, hehehe.
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“Living through the Trump II presidency is an exercise in repeated loss and extended mourning for what is gone — while being daily confronted with the farcical and the absurd.”
“After a visitor to the Bunker Hill monument complained that a quote on display related to women’s suffrage represented “woke” feminist ideology, the Park Service removed three other quotes on display: “We find, upon reflection, that our duty to our country has not ended … We as Vietnam Veterans, strongly feel that the United States should cease to build memorials to death and begin to glorify life.”—from a 1971 anti-war editorial by Vietnam War veterans “As we drew near to Boston, there stood Bunker Hill Monument, towering up towards the heavens, as if in silent, bitter mockery of the millions of slaves guarded by the professed lovers of Liberty, who reared it’s lofty column.”—from a 1846 letter to the abolitionist newspaper the Liberator “Now that a public orator has declared that foreign-born men have no association with the men of the Revolution, it is our duty to show that in love of freedom and loyalty to the republic, the citizens of foreign birth take no second place.”—from a Boston newspaper in 1875 The quote that prompted the complaint was allowed to remain.”
Out there in the ether you are because the grief you were forced to hold inside you for so many years too long, you are gone. One of my favorite contemporary authors, authors of all time, ever. Your work influences me, speaks for me, and is parallel to the displacement you felt and to which you created works of art that live on in your memory.
You took those pieces which broke you, which you survived, and forced into exile from a debt caused by this nation that will never be paid back by the injustices done to you and yours, your spheres, your people, our people, our shared humanity.
You describe national exile and the passion of resistance that wears and weighs down one soul to another, and for one reader whose queerness is exiled from the stretch of miles in radii of the land they only knew, destroyed by the sins of omission, extraction, and torture to all with a heart to give a damn.
Our paths crossed with our eyes and hands to the pages of your story, bound by paper and bound by grief, a grief so enamored by live for something better for humanity against the waves of injustice caused by the few who enlist the many to die at the behest of no one's support.
The paradigm we all live in now and had with you must answer the questions to what prevents us all to be cosmopolitan, and to belong in one's land and space without the exile from within.
it’s really interesting how the guys that fight against paying child support the hardest are the ones that could afford to do it. these dudes will quit their well paying salaried job with benefits just to avoid their pay getting docked and potentially going to reimburse the mother of their child for buying their kid new shoes. they’ll leave their child without health insurance and work under the table jobs because they really hate their child and former S/O that much.
This is a man whose scent is peaty, contained in a glistening sheen of oiled sweat, collected by the labor from another physically demanding day. Those eyes stare warmly into the adoration you bring him, he sees a harboring in you against the waves' turbulence unearthed from the shockwave that only a sick society judges value from his appearance as superior to your existence. You weren't given the space before to know that touch human dissolves fear through love, you grieve the time you lost. The expression of grief is love, from the eyes' stare into you to the baseline heat that the hairy chest emits.
Barrelled underneath the layers of clothing and garb hide shyly trembling hands that need softening, he finds that need fulfilled from you because you simply are, being.
In the latter half of the 19th century, Mormons scoured all of Western Europe looking for the dumbest, blondest, most gullible white people to join their cult and relocate to Utah, hopefully bringing their marry-able daughters with them. Many modern Mormons are descended from this stock which is why they are fluorescently blond and have British and Scandinavian surnames.
“Here is what I am sure is the truth: This was not staged. It was the act of a man with a gun. It was the result of an appalling series of blunders in the protection not just of the president, but as many as 3,000 citizens, in a confined place which is essentially below ground. It was the sort of gun terror which children in schools are—heartbreakingly—drilled to be prepared to experience. It was an act of political violence. The truth of what happened at the WHCA dinner is that this country is living in a toxic present of guns, gunmen, political division and violence, set in a chaotic and often failing governing class, topped off with years of good reason to be cynical about everything the current president says. Nobody needs to “stage” this. It is not—to use my own words—a stunt. It was simply one moment when that toxic combination could be seen in all its ugly colors. That’s not a conspiracy. It’s a condemnation.”
— I Get Why People Call the White House Correspondents’ Dinner Shooting Staged. I Was There
Ongoing events and history show us when societies backslide into authoritarian regimes—those who witness the descent themselves into collective madness often express the "swiftness" of how it happened because ....Having "nothing left to lose" means you lost everything already you came to know, and the next question that normally ensues—where do we go from here?
Where do we go from here, America?
When do we confront the reality that colonialism leads to ruin?
Who lays a new foundation that accommodates the plurality instead of salvaging the charred remnants from a fire set by arsonists who work for the landlord that set the conditions for our home to go aflame?
Silence is death. Elections have consequences when the fractional third of the electorate votes for the lesser of evil, another third groomed from decades of brainwashing in this death cult fantasy, and the remaining third can't give a fuck to care or see how their fates intertwine with the most marginalized or vulnerable among us are abused.
This is the result of a failed state that guarantees no healthcare, injustice, no direction, and no future for all.
This will not sustain itself, for the hydra of fascism is cancerous to anything communal, cooperative, and decency.
