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Queerness is where our hope lies.
bell hooks, in response to a question about the space for and potentialities in genderqueerness and transness in a feminist discourse about bodies. 5th November 2013, Tishman Auditorium at The New School (via paintwithwords)
There are poets who jolt the thing alive by seeming to lift the reader’s hand and put it on the bare wire of the present.
Seamus Heaney, The Art of Poetry No. 75 (via nps2013)
pronunciation | hU-‘zUn
Raymond Hilliard Homes, Chicago
Whenever I hear the "Women are paid $.78 for the man’s $1" I flip it around. Men make $1.22 for every woman’s $1. It interests me that even the most common simple measure of gender inequality is firmly based on male-as-normative …
bisexual activist and queer theory blogger Patrick RichardsFink (via fliponymous)
this is an interesting point, although mathematically inaccurate: assuming the women:men, 0.78:1 ratio is correct, men make $1.28 for every woman’s $1
(via haveyouevercriedwolf)
White people are still the ~standard so that’s not so revolutionary.
(via dykeprivilege)
A white man makes $1.34 for every dollar that a black man makes
A white man makes $1.52 for every dollar that a latino man makes
A white man makes $1.24 for every dollar that a white woman makes
A white man makes $1.44 for every dollar that a black woman makes
A white man makes $1.67 for every dollar that a latina woman makes
That’s some bullshit right there.
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If you take away anything from this website, please let it be what I bolded ^
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preach.
to my former lover
symptomatic: pain
in left chest cavity where
I once hoped to hold
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you
Saw this today on a wall on H Street in DC.
my city.
[…] Early in my freshman year, my dad asked me if there were lots of Latinos at school. I wanted to say, “Pa, I’m one of the only Latinos in most of my classes. The other brown faces I see mostly are the landscapers’. I think of you when I see them sweating in the morning sun. I remember you were a landscaper when you first came to Illinois in the 1950s. And look, Pa! Now I’m in college!” But I didn’t. I just said, “No, Pa. There’s a few Latinos, mostly Puerto Rican, few Mexicans. But all the landscapers are Mexican.” My dad responded, “¡Salúdelos, m’ijo!” So when I walked by the Mexican men landscaping each morning, I said, “Buenos días.” Recently, I realized what my dad really meant. I remembered learning the Mexican, or Latin American, tradition of greeting people when one enters a room. In my Mexican family, my parents taught me to be “bien educado” by greeting people who were in a room already when I entered. The tradition puts the responsibility of the person who arrives to greet those already there. If I didn’t follow the rule as a kid, my parents admonished me with a back handed slap on my back and the not-so-subtle hint: “¡Saluda!” I caught myself tapping my 8-year-old son’s back the other day when he didn’t greet one of our friends: “Adrian! ¡Saluda!” However, many of my white colleagues over the years followed a different tradition of ignorance. “Maleducados,” ol’ school Mexican grandmothers would call them. But this Mexican tradition is not about the greeting—it’s about the acknowledgment. Greeting people when you enter a room is about acknowledging other people’s presence and showing them that you don’t consider yourself superior to them. When I thought back to the conversation between my dad and me in 1990, I realized that my dad was not ordering me to greet the Mexican landscapers with a “Good morning.” Instead, my father wanted me to acknowledge them, to always acknowledge people who work with their hands like he had done as a farm worker, a landscaper, a mechanic. My father with a 3rd grade education wanted me to work with my mind but never wanted me to think myself superior because I earned a college degree and others didn’t.
Ray Salazar, Mexican etiquette some white people need to learn on dad’s 77th birthday.
Saluden Muchachxs, saluden.
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this.
This opinion, which has never been confirmed by the facts, expresses a crude and naïve trust in the goodness of those wielding economic power and in the sacralized workings of the prevailing economic system.
Pope Francis condemns trickle-down economics. (via think-progress)
Thanks to a ruling by a federal judge, this Illinois same-sex couple facing terminal illness will be allowed to marry.
"Don’t feed the beast of greed w/blind obedience… #WakeUp"
a-fucking-men.
A new report details the obstacles to good jobs and equal pay, with implications for both parents and children.
¡AL FIN LO ENCONTRÉ!♥
REBLOG. REBLOG.
in a world of lies telling the truth is a revolutionary act.
George Ferrandi
it felt like i knew you…, 2012 - ongoing
I ride the NYC subway trains, usually in the evening when the seats are full. I focus on the shape of the space between the person sitting next to me and myself. I attempt to mentally and emotionally re-sculpt that space. In my mind, I reshape it- from the stiff and guarded space between strangers to the soft and yielding space between friends. I direct all my energy to this space between us. When the space palpably changes, and I completely feel like the stranger sitting next to me is my friend, I rest my head on that person’s shoulder…
