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Rob Woodcox artist Here for the queer, BIPOC and Mother Nature México | NYC | LA
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I get exhausted by swerfs because they claim to be leftists but then shit on an entire industry of workers. They wait for literally anyone in the sex trades to complain about their job, and then use that as justification to literally strip away any workplace safety and unionizing efforts from those workers. Can you imagine leftists treating any other industry that way? It’s so fucking ridiculous and violent. The amount of stress some of my friends are under because they feel like they can’t even vent about hating their job (like everyone else in this capitalist hellhole) or else someone will swoop in trying to use it as rationale to pass legislation that could get them killed is just heartbreaking. I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again: if your working class solidarity excludes sex workers, it’s worthless bullshit.
Hey so my sister's partner, Ricky, died yesterday. It was really sudden and we suspect the hospital of malpractice or outright racism. Autopsy is expensive. Funerals are expensive.
My sister can't stay in the apartment they had just rented together. Moving costs are...what they are. Especially when you just cleaned out your savings by moving.
I can't say my sister is poor, but she was definitely not financially prepared to deal with this. Her partner's family might be able to help, but when that will be is very uncertain.
Ricky was loved. And now he's gone and we want to know why. If you can spare something, please do. Otherwise please share.
I'm so angry. I'm just so so angry. We're all devastated. I'm beyond words.
It is with a heavy heart and profound sadness that we now have to say goodbye to our dear frien… Zhenya Brisker needs your support for Remem
How you're treated is more important than how much you like someone. Read that again
Alejandra Atarés / Fumihiro Kato
ive got a few observations abt antiblackness in progressive spaces that i want to get off my chest, so pls forgive me for being serious for a moment
there’s a troubling amount of nonblack ppl in progressive spaces who will do their level best to put on a show that they care about black issues, only to prove through both action and inaction that they probably don’t spend much time thinking abt those issues on their own time
what inspired this post was actually my mixed frustration and amusement at meme culture. there are so many memes circulating, especially on this website, that were either originated BY black people or created by people explicitly mocking black the way black people talk, that have an amazing shelf life here. nonblack people will find their way to the latest Funny Black Phrase, overuse it, irritate each other for using it too much, and then sometimes turn around and make fun of black people for just talking the way we talk. there’s a wealth of research and information on aave, on its complex history, on its uniqueness as a dialect, but it’s time and again been reduced to “gen z slang,” when nonblack people 9 times out of 10 don’t use it right. to be clear, i’m not criticizing you for giggling at pictures of the little among us bean folk with acrylics and painted lips, and i don’t expect you to be able to escape the ubiquitous “all my homies hate x” and “damn shawty ok” pics, but it IS concerning when i see people on here complaining about how overused they are or making jokes about how funny the gays are when it like. didn’t come from you lol. the same people with BLM and ACAB in their bios will bully black people for their features, and make jokes about how they talk, and covertly ignore them or talk around the issue when called out for it. (if you’re thinking of a corny popular leftist on this website who’s done just that, your gut feeling is probably right--the shoe fits for multiple people.)
it is how time and again black people, often to each other, will point out antiblackness in popular media, only to be met with an avalanche of excuses. time and again people on here talk about how media is a good way to learn moral lessons, while proving through action that what they’d love is to just absorb media in search of the next hot ship instead of stopping to consider how that media distills harmful ideas. you can’t talk out of both sides of your mouth. does media impact real life or does it not? when do you draw the line?
i am irritated with marginalized people who, time and again, complain about the “attention” that black lives matter got in comparison to their issues, and i am especially irritated with marginalized people who make these posts and have the gall to directly demand that black people get involved. chances are we would have gotten involved anyways. it is well documented that black people have lent their time, care, and solidarity to people pushing for radical change. whether you meant to do it or not, you are implying that your movement has not gotten the attention it deserved directly because black people aren’t doing enough, and that is deeply unkind. people are still protesting. the “work” is not done, and hyper visibility will never mean progress.
i’m terrified of getting covid because, as a black woman, i’ve had to contend with doctors dismissing my pain for my entire life & i feel in my bones that i would not receive adequate care. there was a period in 2020 where i was afraid to go outside because i live in a city with a very small black population and i didn’t want to be black in the wrong place at the wrong time. i grew up in the deep south with a family that struggled with the scars of intergenerational disadvantages. my dad got polio young and it left him permanently disabled. when desegregation began, he was bullied for being both black and physically disabled. hearing stories about his worst experiences, spun as fables about why i should always think twice about trusting white people, was a huge part of my childhood. trauma is my inheritance. at the same time, so is my culture. my hair, my music, my clothes, the way i talk--that is important to me. black american culture specifically is a culture that rose out of adversity. it is the culture of a people who had their history cruelly and deliberately misplaced. evidently, people like it--at least, the parts of it they can cherry pick for consumption!
i often think to myself that a lot of people want racism, and specifically antiblackness, to manifest in overt ways. they want to see people being refused service. they want to hear slurs and insults. sure, antiblackness is often direct. my anon is off and it’s not coming back on because people have sent me extremely violent messages behind the veil of anonymity for saying things they don’t agree with. but please don’t forget that antiblackness is apathy too. antiblackness is entitlement. antiblackness is people harshly berating black voters for expressing disenchantment with a democratic party that routinely leaves them in the dust. antiblackness is also performatively thanking black voters for “saving you.” black people who voted in this most recent election especially did not do it for you. we did it for ourselves and our families.
i take umbrage with the idea of allies and allyship because it implies there is an even amount of reciprocity in relationships between those in the margins and those in the center. i think better words are “enablers” and “co conspirators,” because those are titles that you have to earn. it is not enough to just say that you care--if you have BLM in your header, i expect you to show it, too. black people do not owe you politeness, we do not owe you our activism, and we especially do not owe you a neatly worded essay on why you should care about us.
lukewarm take but i personally do not give a shit if poor people cheat a system that was designed to fail them anyways. i also coincidentally do not enjoy the taste of boot rubber
White women are so dangerous because they’re allowed to be so soft — innocent until proven innocent.
White women, do me a favor and read this.
This line, in particular, gutted me:
We eat eggs and I tell Y about how when I was 8 years old, I taught my white friend, B (actually called Becky), how to count to 10 in Urdu. How at school the next day she looked at her feet as she shuffled past me, and the white teacher pulled me aside and asked me why I was bullying Becky, because Becky’s mum said I was bullying Becky, and that maybe it would be best if I didn’t sit next to her anymore. She suggested this with the kind of half-arsed, sad-eyed, apologetic shrug that white women perform when it is less of a scene to administer psychological warfare against a brown child than it is to challenge your fellow white woman.
That was my entire childhood.
I remember well the acute shock and confusion of that day. I had been so damn sure Becky and I were having a good time. I felt so guilty, despite my mother’s insistence that Becky’s mother was a racist bitch and that I had done nothing wrong. I felt frightened of myself and my potential to hurt innocent white girls without even realizing it.
We are taught to walk home with our keys between our fingers for protection from men in the night, but no one tells us how to defend ourselves from the white women who will try to ravage us from the inside out, with a smile, a comment, a betrayal, a vital inaction, a look. How they will choose comfort over effort, how they will read this and think I am talking about someone else, another pardon.
died and came back as a cowboy i call that reintarnation
‘neon-shore’