‘I tell you in earnest, I’m a dangerous man.’
Quote of the year
“It’s weird how the definition of ‘ally’ has gone from ‘people outside our group who genuinely support us in our quest for equality’ to ‘people who will withdraw their support if they and their feelings aren’t centered in the discussion’.”
-electricsouls
Today’s Style: Blood & Gears
- Pants/Vest: Gangsta Pranksta by Lip Service
- Tie: Victorian Gears by Cyberoptix
- Shirt: Express
- Cufflinks: Gift
- Watch: Android USA
- Socks: Diesel Sweeties
- Shoes: Type Z
I WANT. XD
“Sweetheart,” this all started because Dion directly addressed white folk and told us to “collect your people” on his behalf. He addressed white people, and so this was a conversation with white people.
Dion made a post, and I reblogged asking sincere questions about how he “expects” me to monitor Tumblr all the time and fight every battle on behalf of POC, and I expressed concern about speaking for POC when I have white privilege, and I was met with nothing but disrespect, condescension, and sexist insults. Either Dion is lazy, or he’s talking out of his ass; your pick.
So, “sweetheart,” as your buddy Dion likes to say, fuck off. You want to tell me what to do, insult me when I ask questions, and then say I don’t belong in the conversation you started with my race? If you want to exclude people from the conversation, then don’t expect them to fight for your rights. “Collect” the garbage all by yourself, and see how that works out.
As for intersectionality, you know nothing about me, my background, my sexuality or my health status, but you want to play Oppression Olympics? Good job fighting racism by reducing someone you don’t know to the color of their skin.
Hi, girl-non-grata!
As a white person, I’ve learnt to stick up for PoC without talking from their P.O.V. Example: “hey other white person, I’ve read from so-and-so [a poc] on How To Not Be A Shit White Person. as a white person myself, I cannot say the n-word. It has nothing to do with ‘not being hardcore enough’, but because it dehumanizes them. *gives quote from Black Person on the n-word*”
It’s real easy, and White People are more likely to listen because they’re hearing it from someone who’s relatable! Haha1. Saying ‘sweetheart’ at the beginning to give a sarcastic snark to Dion was basically saying “let me address sexism before racism” - Dion has a right to be mad/disdained toward us. I’m sure he’d hear the same argument over and over again.
2. Us collecting our people is not on Dion’s behalf, but on all Black People’s. It wasn’t a conversation with white people, it was a show of emotion/outrage/discontent from a victim of racism to his blog. He is an individual who needed to let off steam, and when we act as allies, we should “collect” [haha] our own when it tires them. They get badgered 24/7. We’re basically saying the same thing they say once we learn (as much as any white person can) their points of view.
3. You don’t have to begin to collect white people straight away. You can begin to learn about the intensity and the detailed sections of racism. Then once it ‘clicks’ and you feel up for it, you can teach.
4. Dion does not want you, personally to fight every battle. To us, it isn’t a battle, it’s not personal, that’s why it’s sometimes more clearer in our minds and easier for us to deal w/ such people.
5. Although Dion did say words like “sweetheart” in a sarcastic/snarky way, he has every right to. Racism cannot compare. Being Black in this world does not compare to being a Woman. Look at yourself right now: fighting against the already-marginalized people.
6. Your reblogs were never ‘sincere’ from the beginning. You said the words “how do you expect—?” It’s not expecting: How can Dion expect the majority of White People to help him out when without asking, nobody did. People consisently assume Black Men can battle against Racism alone. I’m sure they can. But they do need and want support. Dion follows me: he treats me nicely. I’m a white woman, just like yourself. But I know the respectable boundaries. We’re not close, we don’t snuggle, but I know he’s decent.
7. Dion does not need to have a picnic with you, talk about your likes and dislikes and sing Kumbaya for him to see that you lack the know-how on intersectionality. As a woman/feminist, I’m sure you know that when another white dude comes into the picture and says “stop talking about feminism, you’re not fighting for anything imperticular, we will not change for you. If a male tells you you’re disgusting for having a cunt, we will not agree/be there for you. Have fun dealing with misogyny by yourself! Ha!” - compare that to Dion’s experience w/ you. Except times it by a million.
8. As for you being defensive when called a White Person: You’re defensive because you’ve had the privilege all your life as just being called a ‘person’. Your skin colour has never been put into a conversation before. Suddenly when you hear “white person”, you feel like how PoC feel everyday: you’re reduced to nothing but a skin colour. Except only for a quick second. These PoC are used to how this feels. Except I can guarantee that it’s worse.
You need to realize that you’re putting being called a White Person [A TEMPORARY PAIN] before being called the n-word [THE EVERLASTING STRUGGLE OF BEING BLACK IN THE WORLD OF PEOPLE LIKE YOU]
(it’s not just the n-word: there’s many words to dehumanize PoC.]I know you’ve gotten yourself into quite a pickle/mess right now on the interwebz, but it’s not too late to clean yourself up. Apologize sincerely, point out where you went wrong, and move on to be a better person.
slowly i think me and you brombie, is gone be frans
Thar be truth found here, chums. Read closely!
(Source: dionthesocialist)
I totes forgot how to reblog /asks the fancy way.
(Source: phatboyslim)
A Man. A Woman. Just Friends? →
“We have trouble, in our culture, with any love that isn’t based on sex or blood. We understand romantic relationships, and we understand family, and that’s about all we seem to understand.
We have trouble with mentorship, the asymmetric love of master and apprentice, professor and student, guide and guided; we have trouble with comradeship, the bond that comes from shared, intense work; and we have trouble with friendship, at least of the intimate kind. When we imagine those relationships, we seem to have to sexualize them.”
DEAR. SWEET. CHRIST.
THANK YOU.
holy hecking truth right here.
i often feel an intense comradeship with some folks. the kind where i don’t feel the need to sexualize them, but that i feel so intensely close to them, it’s emotional, intellectual. (sapiosexual? :P)
this is the kind of love i imagine; the kind that sets other’s free from your desire, sexual or not. the kind of love that is separate from lust; from sexualizations.
(Source: ragnaroktopus)
PSA
Some time ago I received a couple of anon messages from someone who stated the opinion that I “say too much,” and that they don’t like my drunk ramblings.
I wish to state that I am I unapologetic about these things. I don’t mean to be rude or an ass to this person, but this is the human being that I am and I hold no shame for it.
I will often post my drunken ramblings, and I will say things that our society thinks is not said in polite company.
If this is something that you do not like, I will not refrain for your sake.
Thank you, and have a nice day! :-)
bum-1 (by Paul Hillier Photography)
Ok! I give in. I will post pictures of the erotic sort. Fine.
I just couldn’t help myself here.
Apple bottoms.
Apple bitten into.
See??? XD
“I am lonely, yet not everybody will do. I don’t know why, some people fill the gaps and others emphasize my loneliness.”
Anaïs Nin (via cdxblog)“Loneliness adds beauty to life. It puts a special burn on sunsets and makes night air smell better.”
Henry Rollins (via kari-shma)“A slut is a person of any gender who has the courage to lead life according to the radical proposition that sex is nice and pleasure is good for you.”
The Ethical Slut (via grrrlstudies)
This is the most notes anything I’ve ever posted has gotten.
(via queerest-femme)
(Source: so-called-rachel)
i remember when
delilah was so small, she used to crawl onto my back, right below my neck, as i hunched over, and curl up to take a nap. i feared to move least i wake her. was so adorbs. always wished i could have gotten a picture of that. but alas…
