“Do not believe in anything simply because you have heard it. Do not believe in anything simply because it is spoken and rumored by many. Do not believe in anything simply because it is found written in your religious books. Do not believe in anything merely on the authority of your teachers and elders. Do not believe in traditions because they have been handed down for many generations. But after observation and analysis, when you find that anything agrees with reason and is conducive to the good and benefit of one and all, then accept it and live up to it.”—Buddha (via purplebuddhaproject)
“The policeman who shot down a 10-year-old in Queens
stood over the boy with his cop shoes in childish blood
and a voice said “Die you little motherfucker” and
there are tapes to prove that. At his trial
this policeman and in his own defense
“I didn’t notice the size or nothing else
only the color.” and
there are tapes to prove that, too.
Today that 37-year-old white man with 13 years of police forcing
has been set free
by 11 white men who said they were satisfied
justice had been done
and one black woman who said
“They convinced me” meaning
they had dragged her 4’10” black woman’s frame
over the hot coals of four centuries of white male approval
until she let go the first real power she ever had
and lined her own womb with cement
to make a graveyard for our children.”—Audre Lorde, “Power” (via the-wistful-collectivist)
I love being horribly straightforward. I love sending reckless text messages (because how reckless can a form of digitized communication be?) and telling people I love them and telling people they are absolutely magical humans and I cannot believe they really exist. I love saying, Kiss me harder, and You’re a good person, and, You brighten my day. I live my life as straight-forward as possible.
Because one day, I might get hit by a bus.
Maybe it’s weird. Maybe it’s scary. Maybe it seems downright impossible to just be—to just let people know you want them, need them, feel like, in this very moment, you will die if you do not see them, hold them, touch them in some way whether its your feet on their thighs on the couch or your tongue in their mouth or your heart in their hands.
But there is nothing more beautiful than being desperate.
And there is nothing more risky than pretending not to care.
We are young and we are human and we are beautiful and we are not as in control as we think we are. We never know who needs us back. We never know the magic that can arise between ourselves and other humans.
We never know when the bus is coming.
”—Lewis, Rachel C.. Tell The People You Love That You Love Them. (via prufrockslovesong)
“Horrifyingly, many girls said they believed that men cannot keep themselves from harassing or grabbing women, describing men as ‘unable to control their sexual desires.’ According to the report, ‘they perceived everyday harassment and abuse as normal male behavior, and as something to endure, ignore, or maneuver around.’”—
So, do you post ANY stories where you do not consider a woman raped? I ask simply because, in every instance I’ve seen that could be considered legally dubious, you have taken it upon yourselves to convince the girl she’s a victim. It’s suspicious.]
[President Obama blinks slowly and looks deeply unimpressed]
It’s interesting that you say “legally dubious”, like that’s an actual standard we should adhere to here. First of all, we primarily provide support, not legal advice. We do not then need to share the rape laws of every state and country our submitters are in, laws that, as you know, vary, sometimes greatly. So I have to ask, “legally dubious” according to which laws? Would you be holding them up as the standard if they exclude victims of rape by envelopment? And why is it you believe you’re qualified to interpret all rape laws (because even if you’re a lawyer, there is no way you would know the laws everywhere), but we somehow aren’t?
Let’s talk more about this “legally dubious”. Bearing in mind that rape is horribly underreported, and that rape convictions are rare, I think what’s really “suspicious” is that you’re trying to push that standard. You want us to ignore the low reporting rate, the number of victims who have tried to come forward only to be dismissed and disbelieved and shamed by those whose job it is to investigate because they hold the exact same rape apologist ideas you do, and who hardly ever see justice served because society is just too damn busy sympathizing with rapists, mostly male, who are so often viewed as the victims instead of the perpetrators, especially if the victim is a woman.
You aren’t “concerned” that we’re somehow plotting to turn every woman into a victim, you’re “concerned” that some people take women rape victims seriously. You’re “concerned” that they may learn about what are unacceptable breaches of their boundaries, that they’ll figure out all the excuses and tricks and gaslighting and guilting tactics rapists and rape apologists rely on. You’re “concerned” that they’ll decide they didn’t deserve it and start blaming those who are responsible. You’re “concerned” that they will start reporting more, that there’ll be more convictions, that we may actually, goodness forbid, see a positive change in the laws and how rape reports are handled. I can see how that would be downright terrifying to a rape apologist who wants to keep writing off victims because their claims are “legally dubious” and would be forced to just come right out and admit how they really feel about them instead of hiding behind “legally dubious” as an excuse.
Well, I have said this in the past, so I hope i don’t bore you by repeating it, but I think that we live or die under the tyranny of perfection. Socially, we are pushed towards being perfect. Physically, beautiful to conform to standards that are cruel and uncommon, to behave and lead our lives in a certain way, to demonstrate to the world that we are happy and healthy and all full of sunshine. We are told to always smile and never sweat, by multiple commercials of shampoo or beer.
And I feel that the most achievable goal of our lives is to have the freedom that imperfection gives us.
And there is no better patron saint of imperfection than a monster.
We will try really hard to be angels, but I think that a balanced, sane life is to accept the monstrosity in ourselves and others as part of what being human is. Imperfection, the acceptance of imperfection, leads to tolerance and liberates us from social models that I find horrible and oppressive.
”—Guillermo del Toro, on why he has always been intrigued by monsters [x] (via queerly-it-is)