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“That one tiny gesture that might not have changed anything, but might have.”

Revisiting this poem in the present context. On one level, yes, it’s about men’s responsibility to take the fight against rape culture into spaces where it doesn’t already exist, which was important before the election and remains important now. But this is also a poem grappling with the concept of “allyship,” and how if that word is ever going to mean anything real, it needs to be critical, proactive, and preemptive. Thinking about how that applies, right now, to the fights against Islamophobia, anti-immigrant violence, anti-LGBTQ violence, and so much more too. (video via @buttonpoetry)

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tonsils are a vestigial organ meant for preventing disease from entering the body, and we never noticed how sick we made each other in the winter; our pillows covered in germs that meant really well, and for a week my throat is covered in scabs i have to learn how to swallow. For a week, I throw up all of the painkillers; I send pictures to my friends of all the progress. Sometimes, the body wants you to feel everything and then show it off.

but maybe i’ve been thinking of the wrong organ. maybe love is a vestigial organ, something we should have grown out of a long time ago, something we all have anyway. something that makes us gasp for air in the middle of the night, something that always hurts us on the way out.

cannot stop watching this.