#provokingnaught

[vagabondaesthetics]

provokingnaught replied to your post: I would just like a girl who I could make out with...

What’s the draw to spitting into others’ mouths?

gets me off

[whatiremembered]

provokingnaught replied to your post “You seem oblivious. Try Orientalism by Edward Said and Rethinking the Great White North.”

I'm so sorry people are reacting in such an ignorant way to you and your posts. It's as if one sociology class or one reading of Bell Hooks makes someone an expert.

Honestly, I'll be fine.  None of this will impact my life in any kind of a meaningful way, and I suppose that's the fucked up irony of it. Racism is real, and it is pervasive. There is academic work being done that supports entrenched systemic racism in not so subtle ways, and worse than that, there is a whole "New Jim Crow" (to use Cornel West's term) creeping into American politics, that people seem quite content to ignore. And I'm white, so by fiat of my birth, it won't ever touch me. 

I think that tumblr activists tend to be frustrated by their own feelings of inefficacy. All these little mountains of rage, reduced to playing a kind of "gotcha" activism that can do little more than confront other bloggers with "Oh, you didn't know you were racist? LMAO! Let me tell you how racist you are" diatribes, which, even when they are valid, do very little. 

[rosariodesatanas]

This was written by someone I met on this site long time ago:

Perhaps, I am insane. I feel it. I feel it rush through my being. The tensed sinews and jumbled bones of my body create a cacophony, which echoes in the pit of my stomach. The violent reverberations assemble there and harden into a thick, heavy knot. The volume of the clamor rises as it collects in the cavern of my torso, feeding the knot. It becomes cemented to my viscera. It pulls at my liver, my kidneys, my lungs, and my heart. The knot sprouts black tentacles, which grow feverishly like vines up and around my esophagus. They do not suffocate, only constrict. They do not want my breath. They want my brain. With great struggle the knot’s arms climb the lattice of my spine. My mind tosses down boiling oil onto the attackers, but it only hinders their advance for a few confused moments. My neck stiffens as the black vines take root and begin knocking on my skull. They climb up behind my ears, over the crown of my head, and down my face. My mind besieged knows no exit, no clever strategy for retreat. I am trapped in the knot, entangled in the web of my own screaming flesh. In desperation my thoughts reach out for something to cut the noose. My hands grasp for a knife to release me. My head bangs against the wall in an effort to delay the knot’s entry into its fortress. My bowels undulate in an attempt to purge the poison planted inside me. My limbs flail and my chest quakes one last time. Silence. The mind is quiet. The body is calm. The knot begins to soften. Its arms slowly retract, letting go of the organs and muscles and bones. The knot shrinks in the silence, dissolving in pulses timed to the cautious beat of the heart. The knot becomes less and less. The thud of the heart fills the body with a steady, slow vibration. The heavy knot lightens in this warmth. The heart beats on persistently. The knot eventually vanishes. And a new person appears in this same skin, nourished by the same heart. The eyes, the hair, the hands, and the thighs become my thighs, my hands, my hair, and my eyes. The brain, the bones, the stomach, and the heart become my heart, my stomach, my bones, and my mind. I am new and magnificent. I am untied and undone. I am myself and no one else. And perhaps, I am insane. -Seth (http://provokingnaught.tumblr.com)

[everswimming]

Fundraising

Loads of terrible things are happening in the world right now but today my family is facing its own difficulties as we started to feel the emotional and financial burden of caring for my mother. She is an out of work and uninsured 56 year old who was recently diagnosed with metastatic gallbladder cancer. We have already started to feel the financial strain of dealing with cancer and well, we have run out of options.

I have created a page to help raise $2000 to support us through the beginning of this. I am working on finding a better paying and flexible job or a stay at home one because the state will not provide her with an aide when we cannot be home with her. I am working 20 hours a week and spending the rest of the time taking care of mom and my niece. I am trying my best but my best isn't cutting it.

This is where all of you folks come in if you can. I have included a link to the fundraising page I created for mom. Please spread the word for us and if you can, please contribute. I thank you in advance for your help. 

Thanks for being awesome y'all  :)

- Liz. 

http://www.gofundme.com/4lh7s8

[prosopopeya]

provokingnaught replied to your post: provokingnaught said: it’s still up in the air... 

the point of order about the sonogram was wrong….flat out….what else could anyone do if rules aren’t being followed but to scream?

exactly. at that point they were nitpicking to get the filibuster to end, which led to nitpicking to keep the filibuster going and also to like you know defend rights. and now i guess they'll nitpick around the obvious feeling of the people in the gallery in order to shove their law through.

[prosopopeya]

provokingnaught said: it’s still up in the air dude, it’s fucking crazy…..if nothing else they didn’t go out without a fight

ughhh :( i hate that they're going to try to use the cheering against them. i can see why they would, but it's still painful to witness.