Okay. There’s something that has been bothering me for a long time and today I’m gonna try to articulate it. Here I go:
If you are white, you do not get to distance yourself from your whiteness by saying “white people suck” to a person of color. Believe me, they know.
If you are straight, you do not get to distance yourself from your straightness by saying “straight people suck” to a non-straight person. Believe me, we know.
If you are cis, you do not get to distance yourself from your cis-ness by saying “cis people suck” to a trans and/or nonbinary person. Believe me, they know.
I’m white and I caught myself doing this s
hit the other day while I was working on a race theory essay. I was writing about how white people try to infantilize black people in ads and media and I wrote “they” instead of “we” to refer to white people. Once I’d realized what I’d done—how I’d subconsciously tried to other myself from an oppressive group simply because I was criticizing it—I corrected it to “we.” Because, as a white person, I know that I am part of the problem.You don’t get to decide that you are one of the “good ones” just because you think racism/homophobia/transphobia/etc. is bad. You’re still a member of the oppressive majority. You still perpetuate racism/homophobia/transphobia/etc.… regardless of whether you’re aware of it or not.
TL; DR: Please spend more time actually listening to minorities and less time assuring them that you’re not like those other bad white/straight/cis people.
You loved the attention I gave you.
You loved that I would do anything for you,
that I would drop everything in order to pick you back up.
You loved to manipulate me,
addicted to tearing me down when I was building you up.
You did not love me.
But god,
I loved you.
I hate people who can go to sleep as soon as they shut their eyes, like that shit takes me 3 hours, 700 position changes, and a sacrifice to the gods
So here’s the thing - I don’t want you to forget me. I want to be the reflection you see when you look in your morning cup of coffee, wondering what happened and why I’m no longer around. I want to be in the sound of people chattering in the background, when you can’t remember the sound of my voice calling your name anymore. I want to be the face you search for in a crowd, even knowing I am no where near and there’s no possible way it could be my own. Call me selfish, but I want every second I’m gone to ache.
To put it simply, I don’t want you to have a moment’s peace… I hope I fucking haunt you forever.
We millennials have a pretty fucking low bar.
Literally how I defined “wealthy” to someone last week. This is my rich.
If this gets 50 notes I’ll tell you guys how I ran an underground sex ed class and helped put a pedophile in jail during second grade
Okay, so my mom has always been super open about health stuff and when I was just starting elementary school she got me a bunch of those American Girl books about your body and your feelings and they were really informative and truthful and I really liked them. One day I was talking to a friend about one of them and we started reading it and she was asking a ton if questions and seemed really excited and interested by it and I answered questions and explained stuff. We talked about the books during recess and eventually more girls joined in until we were a group of about 10-15 seven year-olds talking about puberty and sex and a lot of things that most adults don’t The thing about those books is that they look really innocent with cute drawings and there are chapters about brushing your teeth and stuff; but what most people don’t expect is that there’s a lot of health stuff about puberty and mental illness and drugs and a lot of really important stuff that everyone should know. The teachers didn’t care because the books looked super innocent and they thought were talking about proper brushing habits or something. We’d go sit down and read a chapter and I’d add some other stuff that my mom had told me and then we’d just talk and ask questions. It was kind of like group therapy but with sex ed. This was all okay until one of the boys saw a page with a ton of boobs on it (the page was demonstrating a breast exam) and he told the teacher. So they found and I got suspended and I wasn’t allowed to bring any more of those books into school.
Closer to the end of the year, one of the second grade teachers was revealed to be a pedophile when one of his students said that he tried to touch her inappropriately and then three other girls came forward with the same story. After he was arrested, the girl told me that she said what he did because we had talked about what to do in that exact situation. Because of our group she knew that she probably wasn’t the only one and she knew that it was wrong for him to do that and that she wouldn’t get in trouble if she told someone and that she probably wouldn’t have said anything if she hadn’t read those books.
I started doing it again the next year. No one stopped me.
Bless.
Reblogging again in hope someone could give me those books’ names
https://www.amazon.com/Care-Keeping-You-Younger-Revised/dp/1609580834#immersive-view_1495174594789
The Care and Keeping of You.
I believe it’s this one! Fits the description and the back cover even has the brushing girl.
There’s a series of books! ^^
The American Girl books are really, really good. They talk about things honestly but simply, and cover a lot of important stuff. 11/10 for those books.
These books were the only sex ed I had as a young girl. These were a door to reading bigger, badder texts and getting involved in activism…
100% recommend you buy these for sisters, daughters, nieces. 110%
Same place, different day.
Awesome color study
fantasy adventure genre vs survival horror genre
As a grown man, I have cried more times watching movies and cartoons made for children than I have watching movies made for adults.




