One of my favorite paintings i did. However i gave it away. Watercolor. Dicks in space.
This is about 3 lbs of fudge i made today. One is peppermint topped the other just Chocolate mint.
I hate tumblr because when someone is called out for being a douche bag they turn around and use all this radical anti oppression language and suddenly your the bad guy. I see this shit happening all.over. Just because you are marginalized or a target dosent suddenly give you a free pass to puke your douche baggery all over the internet. I dont give a fuck if you agree with me. I get finding empowerment in bashing your oppressor. But you know there is this thing called horizontal hostility. And when we are fucktards to each other then the man wins in the end.
Ps. Im not saying be nice to white folks or generally folk with privilege. Im just saying think a moment especially when its someone who shares your targetship.
I had a conversation this morning and out of it came this realization.
People think that I’m happy, outgoing, even sometimes pretty cool. But the reality of it is that inside I am often screaming. Sometimes from anxiety, occasionally it’s from being way too awkward, sometimes its fear. But often times it’s the pain I carry, the source of which I have yet to find.
The best way to dehumanize someone while claiming you’re not is to believe you are just the same. You erase their experiences and perspective, their struggles and obstacles, their unique way of having to deal with those things in a world that also erases them. With the words, ‘but humans are humans’ or the bullshit dramatics of ‘we all bleed red’ normal people can simply pretend that if we all did things the way they did, then everything would work out okay. But, yes, we all bleed red but you don’t treat a papercut the same way you treat a gash, you don’t treat an infected wound the same way you treat one that isn’t, you don’t treat a wound to the leg the same way you treat a wound to the gut. You are not acknowledging someone’s personhood when you ignore the very things that make their lives different than yours, and when you refuse to understand that their circumstances have given them their own perspective that is just as valid as yours. More valid in fact – their perspective about their experiences that you haven’t been through is far more valid than anything you could ever think about it.
