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As I get older, as time goes by, I care less and less and less about whether someone can talk pretty. I care about action. At the end of the day, I don’t care how well you can articulate your perfectly punctuated anti-oppressive political points, I don’t care how many buzzwords fall from your mouth, I don’t care if you name-drop a thousand acronyms or theorists – I care if you will show up. I care if you will fucking show up.
And I know that showing up is complicated when you struggle with whether or not you can get outta bed. Sometimes showing up means biking to a friend’s house with coconut water & ginger ale & Saltines when she has stomach flu. Sometimes it means sharing your leftover pain meds from your emergency root canal when a friend has a pain spike. Sometimes it means making soup in a friend’s kitchen, stocking his fridge & freezer, blowing him a kiss across his bedroom & miming tucking him up under his sheets, because you can’t actually tuck him in or kiss him good-bye, because your own immune system is fragile enough as it is. And sometimes it means texting a little emoticon heart from your own sick bed, where you are laid up with a shoulder that aches so bad when the weather gets damp (which is a lot in San Francisco), or stomach that can’t digest a fucking thing, or clogged-up sinuses, or a throat on fire, or a wet raspy cough. Sometimes it just means saying Honey, I love you. Honey, my sick heart reaches out to your sick heart. Honey, I wish I could be there, and I can’t, but I can do this. You mean the world to me. Sister. Brother. Love.
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(via howtohaveabody)
yes.
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feeling this a lot lately :’)
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“White people’s fear of Black people with guns will never cease to amaze me. Probably it’s because they think about what they would do were they in our place. Especially the police, who have done so much dirt to Black people - their guilty conscience tells them to be afraid. When Black people seriously organize and take up arms to fight for our liberation, there will be a lot of white people who will drop dead from no other reason than their own guilt and fear.”
– Assata Shakur, Assata: An Autobiography (via theangryminority)
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Dragas (2009) - Kuwaiti Artist Fatima Al Qadiri
Dragas is a series of fantasy, Kuwaiti drag queen portraits—each within a subsection of local and global style trends: goth, floral, hip hop and “haute”, respectively. A study into localized trend manifestations through the filter of the internet, studio portraiture as a private act—but fantasy destination/background —and gender as performance. - FQ
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(Source: caerula-mare, via ffflamingo)
All I can think about while I write these final essays is all the things I want/need to do once I’m finished with them (e.g. read this or that, go to the gym, work on activism stuff, start packing to move), and it’s driving my anxiety through the roof. Any advice?
