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@fshbxnes
I’ve had enough
I was inspired to translate this for my Miis
My suffering is not what makes me Black but goddamn if I ever had any doubts about my positionality in the first place the exact Flavor of suffering I experience would put me right so fast
“Historically, Black women have not had permission to decide to create those kinds of boundaries”
My life has been defined by it never truly being my own - not just through to adulthood, but through to the present day. Shaping myself by what I need to be to survive, not what I am.
I’ve rarely had the freedom to say “No” without fear of reprisal, especially when I was living in my home state of Montana, a 90% white state. The choice to was, and is, often taken from me by fear of what will be done to me if I don’t. My body is not my own. My spirit is mine now, but that wasn’t the case for most of my adult life.
In the most abusive relationship I was in, I was functionally enslaved because she knew that as a Black person, once she had me alone, she had total control over me in my home state because “who would believe you? I’m a 5’5” white woman and you’re a 6’4” Black man.”
I tried to run once. with nothing but what I had on me after she beat me in public and I managed to sneak away from her and get back home without her. She came back and grabbed my keys while I was packing, so I made a break out the side door and just started running.
She hunted me down in her car. I was on foot running through fields and suburbs while she tried to cut me off or herd me to somewhere she could trap me. I remember hiding in tall grass as I watched her bright red car circle a field she knew I was in, waiting for me to make a break for it.
She caught me because I made a wrong turn into a culdesac with no real other way out. She made me go back with her. And it broke me, because if I couldn’t escape when being willing to give up everything to get out, how else could I escape?
Through that relationship she controlled and exploited me in every aspect of my life. Job, finances, sexually, emotionally, physically. I was a husk going through the moves of a life I had resigned myself to.
When I finally did escape her, my life remained not my own. I was stuck with the results and trauma of that entire relationship and trying to make the best of where it landed me. I thought I could reclaim at least some of my life, my existence.
The first time people tried to exile me fully from my in person communities, it was two exes that openly spoke about wanting to lynch me.
The second time, it was at the behest of several people, including someone who’s now known as a literal nazi, and a white woman I wouldn’t give sexual access to my body. I was told that “(white) people are afraid you’ll accuse them of being racist if they tell you about problems” among other things.
Third time, I got sexually assaulted by a white woman, after a year of not doing anything with anyone but partners, after being told by my roommate and others that I was “somewhere safe” and repeatedly reassured that I’d be ok despite my worries based on my prior experiences. She then went on to claim I had assaulted her instead, and I not only got told once again that I couldn’t possibly be a victim because of my “pattern of behavior”, but also repeatedly got treated like a “man” while she got to be treated as a woman still.
I’m so tired of my body being a commodity for others to extract value from, instead of it being mine with which to do what I please.
I’m so tired of others using my Blackness as a tool to harm me when I just want to live in the joy of being Black.
I’m so tired of my boundaries and my autonomy being seen as lesser because I’m a Black trans woman. Because we, historically, do not get to decide what our boundaries are. I deserve to live as I am without it being a license to harm me - but we live in a white supremacist society so until that is dismantled, I have to keep living afraid of what the next white will use my Blackness to do to me.
Doll you 18 the fact that you already been through this as a Black & Indigenous trans woman is horrific and I’m so fucking sorry you have been. But it does help to be not alone, it truly does.
I think, as Black people, we grow afraid to name things for what they are just because it’s been modernized.
We weren’t bought outright but white supremacy and capitalism combine to put us in situations where white partners, even trans ones *can* functionally own us, especially if marriage or other legal ties get involved and we have to choose between losing literally everything for freedom or staying out of fear for what’ll happen if we fail.
My most abusive ex would threaten to falsely call the police on me if I didn’t have sex with her or do sexual things she wanted because “they won’t believe you anyway”, knowing it was likely a death sentence for me. She chose my jobs/career, controlled how and what money I spent, what I did socially, everything. Any time I got higher pay she found a way to increase our costs alongside it so I couldn’t afford to escape.
It was functionally slavery where she exploited my labor to survive while beating me and raping me and abusing me. She didn’t own me on a contract but she owned me in every other conceivable way and I *wasn’t permitted to leave*. If I tried, it made things worse.
When I say those exes or others want to lynch me, sometimes people say those exact words based on the same lies and excuses (harming white wimminz) they have to kill our grandparents and further back:
Other times they do the same thing but call it “kill your abusers” while they stir a white mob into a frenzy over it because they don’t care whether you’re actually an abuser or not, they just want blood.
Honey, if Black folks killed every person that abused us, white genocide would be damn real. Maybe we deserve to do that. Maybe nobody deserves to take another’s life and lynching someone is just evil. Maybe we *should* take our revenge on y’all.
Maybe y’all should have to feel the same fear we do every single day.
Or maybe we should strive for something better that isnt just a cascade of suffering. A world where you couldn’t have done this to us in the first place.
This is genuinely the truth. Me and my ex would do "cnc roleplay" except she'd initiate it without talking to me so she just decided my no's and stop's didn't really mean that. It happened for a long time until I couldn't ignore it because she raped me the worst a couple months ago and it broke down my psyche (twas similar to my childhood abuse). She says it was just a misunderstanding but this was in the context of a relationship extremely similar to yours. She didn't beat me but she controlled me, isolated me from friends, insulted me when I told her I didn't like what she was doing and made me EXTRAordinarily paranoid over my actions. I'd cut friends off and isolate myself from communities because I feared what would happen if she found out about them. She YELLED at me for normal interactions with them and I didn't tell anyone because I thought I was insane and overreacting.
I thought it was my responsibility to fix her and make our relationship better because clearly she couldn't (she wouldn't. She just wanted to own me. I know that now).
She was trans too. Just extremely white (AND BLONDE.), skinny, and delicate looking. Didja know a (mixed black & white) trans guy commented on our year and two month age gap saying it was so weird how I was that much older? I'M the creep for that. Okay.
Only now do I realize how much that toxic stress has impacted by ability to have relationships. I haven't been able to keep up anything long term with anyone because I'm scared that they'll hurt me or disappoint me or leave me or use me like most people do. I probably clock a lot of false positives because I'm just very paranoid. I'm even more avoidant than I used to be.
This shit sticks with you for the rest of your life, I don't think people understand how much that fear is the context for your ENTIRE life. It doesn't stop when you're with your friends, your community, anyone. They all can and have turned on me and hurt me on a whim. You're the only one you can trust. I'm almost glad I got abused so badly in childhood there are dozens of other people in my head to make a family with instead.
I spent about three years functionally enslaved by my ex, a white woman. I escaped her in January of 2019 only by months of planning, and when she finally found out I had gathered the means to get away from her and hid enough of my belongings with friends, one of the first things out of her fucking mouth was “how am I supposed to afford living here without you?” because even though we were no longer together, she had expected me to move in with her and her new boyfriend so that she could continue exploiting me economically.
In the past couple decades, I’ve met a couple dozen Black folks who have had a similar story happen to them with white people with varying timing/lengths. Some I’m still in contact with, some have disappeared, some I just ain’t kept ties with. No deed on us naming us their property legally, but thanks to the machinations of capitalism and white supremacy, property and slaves nonetheless—far beyond the average abusive relationship.
For a lot of y’all, slavery is something abolished a couple centuries ago and history is history, why should it affect you now? Why should there be reparations for Black people or countries? For slightly better-taught folks, when we think of modern slavery, we usually think of prison labor, human trafficking, undocumented and exploited labor, the exploitation of the global south, we think of systems. Don’t get me wrong that shit is still there and needs to be addressed, but some of y’all motherfuckers think the only slavery close to home for y’all is the white people calling themselves slaves on fetlife and that’s a problem to me.
When I first named myself Anonsee, it was as a SW mononym the year I got free from my enslaver, in part because of the version of Anansi played by Orlando Jones for American Gods despite never seeing the full show. In particular, there are two monologues I used to be able to recite perfectly from memory.
The first, Coming to America/Story of Black People, is a story Anansi tells to captured Africans on a slave ship who prayed to him for help. So, he tells them a story. He tells them how they don’t even know how fucked they are yet.
How over three centuries later, even after we “got free”, we would still be getting fucked economically, socially, physically, emotionally, mentally, every damn which way while the professional descendants of slave catchers still enslave us and kill us in the streets, in our homes, our schools, our jobs, anywhere they fucking please.
“You shed tears for Compe Anansi, and here he is, telling you…there isn’t one goddamn reason you shouldn’t go up there right now and slit the throats of every one of these Dutch motherfuckers, and set fire to this ship.”
One hesitant man speaks up, saying that if the ship burns, everyone on it will die.
To which Anansi retorts “You’re already dead, asshole. At least die a sacrifice for something worthwhile. Let. The motherfucker. Burn. Let it all burn.”
The second monologue has him meeting with other African gods in a funeral home, who ask him why he’s so full of rage when they wish to choose peace, to choose complacency, to simply accept how things are.
Anansi says “I am not a god, in the sense that I can tolerate exploitation, oppression, and repression, my worshippers KNOW freedom ain’t free and that the most potent weapon of control for the oppressor is the mind of the oppressed; they know slavery is not a condition, slavery is a cult. Human trafficking is a cult. Slavery got a rebrand like mothafuckin ‘The Alt-Right’ and snatched, another one gone.”
How every 30 seconds, another Black girl fucking disappears, and the new plantation owners built a pipeline to take us from school to prison while we live as a suppressed, oppressed people within the imperial core, living as spectacle, tool, or to be disappeared—no AMBER alert. Snatched, 30 seconds, another one gone.
“The world assumes white people are naturally good, so when something bad happens, it’s a good person doing a bad thing. They assume Black people are naturally bad, so when something good happens, it’s only a matter of time before that animal’s true nature rears its ugly head.”
I run into people regularly who think Abolitionism is too far. Shit, some of them are even Black and think that if we simply reform modes of slavery everything will be ok—that if we just make sure its just the bad ones who experience slavery, surely we can keep the same systems in place. Hell, California even majority voted against abolishing slavery couple years ago. For economic reasons, you understand, right?”
If you are not at bare minimum an Abolitionist, you do not have an actually liberatory politic. If you say “slavery is generally bad but-“ you are not anti-Slavery. If you don’t see a world where every. single. individual. has baseline inalienable right to their life and freedom with no “but” or “except” tacked on at the end, you are a whole lot closer to being a pro-slavery motherfucker than I’m comfortable knowing, to being one of the motherfuckers that helped keep me enslaved to her for years.
sorry, but you were socialized christian. I just can't trust you in a trans space
they literally taught you that trans people were subhuman and that you were better than them. I don't know if you can be trusted around other trans people
they scapegoated and abused you for showing signs of transness? uh... no? christianity is the most privileged religion there is. stop whining
imagining a universe where porn is a marketable genre so you have to deal with raycon ads while trying to jerk your shit
You’re an easy slut, aren’t you kitten? Almost as easy as dinner with Hellofresh
a recreation of how I slept last night (very refreshing!)
that’s not a me problem
thinking about how when you experience a lot of shame in your formative years (indirectly, directly, as abuse or just as an extant part of your environment) it becomes really difficult to be perceived by other people in general. the mere concept of someone watching me do anything, whether it's a totally normal activity or something unfamiliar of embarrassing, whether I'm working in an excel spreadsheet or being horny on main, it just makes my skin crawl and my brain turn to static because I cannot convince myself that it's okay to be seen and experienced. because to exist is to be ashamed and embarrassed of myself, whether I'm failing at something or not, because my instinctive reaction to anyone commenting on ANYTHING I'm doing is to crawl into a hole and die. it's such a bizarre and dehumanizing feeling to just not be able to exist without constantly thinking about how you are being Perceived. ceaseless watcher give me a god damn break.
sorry to put your tags on blast on this insane breach containment post I have since muted, but you're right and you should say it.
It is defeatable. Go for the throat.
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"life is so hard for men because *starts describing the events of a mafia city ad*"
this happens every day and yet people believe men arent oppressed
many lv1 crooks finding a way to get genuinely mad about this post
i love when a cat looks up and its head is a funny shape
Me: I love to eat :)
People who fell for diet culture and fearmongering hook, like, and sinker: Because of this post, someone will die of complications from heart disease 😢 don’t you know that obesity KILLS
the second rule of gun safety is to point them directly at strangers from your balcony and take aesthetic blog pics of them framed in the sight
Third rule of gun safety
This post keeps making me cry laughingg
We visited an old glass factory that was converted into a park and the photos can get very surreal.
Mongolia via PallasDav
PallasDav
it was not on wheat...
not willing to risk doing an image description, sorry y'all
all the times i've said illiteracy is helping fash?
and that plenty of you are, in fact, functionally illiterate?
and that the corrupt state helped you along to this condition on purpose?
the nonzero number of notes from people who did not instantly clock this comic as an allegory: behold.
when you have no idea what a door is, or what a key is, or what glasses are, then you are effectively identical to this clean-faced dude.
and fash absolutely loves what you're doing with the place. sitting there not asking questions, or looking things up, or paying attention to context.
the authoritarian state thrives on a diet of such clowns.