“It saddens me to see girls proudly declaring they’re not like other girls – especially when it’s 41,000 girls saying it in a chorus, never recognizing the contradiction. It’s taking a form of contempt for women – even a hatred for women – and internalizing it by saying, Yes, those girls are awful, but I’m special, I’m not like that, instead of stepping back and saying, This is a lie.
The real meaning of “I’m not like the other girls” is, I think, “I’m not the media’s image of what girls should be.” Well, very, very few of us are. Pop culture wants to tell us that we’re all shallow, backstabbing, appearance-obsessed shopaholics without a thought in our heads beyond cute boys and cuter handbags. It’s a lie – a flat-out lie – and we need to recognize it and say so instead of accepting that judgment as true for other girls, but not for you.”—“I’m not like the other girls”, Claudia Gray (via fantasticremus)
“Disabled bodies are natural. We are also unpredictable, as nature is. We do not submit well to clock time or capitalist ablist white supremacy under its present form. Queer people of color who are bridges reach a moment where we say, enough, and retreat. My queer woman of color chronically ill body has its own schedule. Like the tides of our bodies- our sick, in pain, in less pain bodies that resist a boxed-in life that an ablist world demands.”—Leah Lakshmi Piepzna-Samarasinha, So much time spent in bed: Gloria Anzaldua, chronic illness, Coatlicue and disability (via radtransfem)
My parents keep asking me why I’m not dating any men and I just don’t even have the energy to unpack the billion assumptions in that question (like that I am apparently straight, and that apparently dating with a disability is not more difficult than it is for able-bodied people, and that apparently it’s not hard to meet people in this area when you’re not into the club/bar scene) so I keep making up stupid excuses and not only is it exhausting but also think my parents legitimately think I’m abnormal and I don’t know how to deal with that.
(Also today my mom said two terribly sexist things within a several-minute timespan and I don’t know how to deal with that, either.)
(Oh and classist things, that happened too.)
(I’m not saying I’m perfect because I am nowhere near it of course but c’mon mom at least have a sense of self-awareness.)
“There are essentially only two drugs that Western civilization tolerates: Caffeine from Monday to Friday to energize you enough to make you a productive member of society, and alcohol from Friday to Monday to keep you too stupid to figure out the prison that you are living in.”—Bill Hicks (via thenocturnals)
So I thought I’d learned my lesson But I secretly expected A choir at the shore And confetti through the fallen air I’ll make a living telling people what they want to hear It’s not a killing, but it’s enough to keep the cobwebs clear 'Cause it's not a perfect plan It’s not a perfect plan But it’s the one we’ve got
The other day I was riding down MLK with my mom and saw this woman - and I kid you not - straight gunning down the street, dog keeping pace and everything. We were on the way somewhere at the time so I couldn’t stop, but a few days later we saw her again and did stop. Glad I did.
We talked a bit about what it means to be black in Portland. Originally from Texas, she’s been here 12 years and is still building community. I can relate.
New goal: Befriend Monica. (And also her effin’ adorable dog.)