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I wish I didn’t have to tell some of you that victim-blaming when a Black person is murdered by police is a huge no. That it doesn’t matter if they were on the honor roll, or smoked weed sometimes, or were going to college, or what brand of hoodie they wore, or even if they spent time in jail at some point. That the right to walk down the street without being a target for murder by the police isn’t a right one should have to prove themselves worthy of. That we should all just have that right by virtue of being human beings.

When you’re Black, you don’t always get the benefit of being seen as a human being, though. Black people are seen as ‘up to no good’ by default. The truth is that our lives, like anyone else’s, are filled with good choices as well as mistakes, achievements we’re proud of as well as missed opportunities. Successes. Failures. Just like everyone else. But what’s also true is that we, as marginalized people, get fewer do-overs. The system is rigged to punish us at every possible opportunity. Longer prison sentences compared to whites who commit the same crimes and disproportionate rates of suspension and expulsion for even Black pre-schoolers attests to this.

If we were to talk about a victim’s past, we would have to talk about it in a context of oppression. But, you know what? We don’t need to talk about it at all. Because it is irrelevant to issue of their victimization. Just like bringing up a victim’s past to justify her rape is wrong, bringing up a victim’s past to justify his murder by police is also wrong. Yes, even when those people are Black.
Things To Stop Being Distracted By When A Black Person Gets Murdered By Police | (via brutereason)

wretchedoftheearth:

I am still laughing at the /r/relationships post about the guy who initially wanted an open relationship so he could fuck other women since his girlfriend isn’t hot because she’s “bigger”, but she had much more luck and was even with some muscular hottie who is her type while he had no luck and then he wanted to stop being open

it’s so funny and I’m so glad everyone piled onto him for it

weirdletter:

Monstrous Bodies: Feminine Power in Young Adult Horror Fiction, by June Pulliam, McFarland, 2014. Info: mcfarlandbooks.com.

"Recent works of young adult fantastic fiction such as Stephenie Meyer’s Twilight Saga have been excoriated for glamorizing feminine subordination. However, young adult horror fiction with female protagonists who have paranormal abilities suggests to female readers the possibility of resisting restrictive gender roles that are presented to them as natural and therefore immutable. In this type of fiction, the “monstrous Other” is a double with a difference, a metaphor of the adolescent girl in Western culture who is pressured to embody a doll-like feminine ideal which is untenable because it deprives her of agency. Monstrous Bodies examines three types of female monstrous Others in young adult fiction—the haunted girl, the female werewolf and the witch—and considers what each has to tell us about resistance to feminine subordination in a supposedly post-feminist world, where girls continue to be pressured to silence their voices and stifle their desires in conformity with contemporary ideas about what it means to be a good woman. June Pulliam teaches courses on horror fiction and adolescent literature at Louisiana State University and edits Dead Reckonings: A Review Magazine for the Horror Field and is the author of Encyclopedia of the Zombie. She lives in Baton Rouge, Louisiana."

Contents:
Acknowledgments
Introduction
Chapter 1. Subversive Spirits: Resistance and the Uncanny in the Young Adult Ghost Story
Chapter 2. Blood and Bitches: Sexual Politics and the Female Lycanthrope in Young Adult Fiction
Chapter 3. “An ye harm none, do as ye will”: Magic, Gender and Agency in Young Adult Narratives of Witchcraft
Conclusion
Chapter Notes
Bibliography
Index

When you are 13 years old,
the heat will be turned up too high
and the stars will not be in your favor.
You will hide behind a bookcase
with your family and everything left behind.
You will pour an ocean into a diary.
When they find you, you will be nothing
but a spark above a burning bush,
still, tell them
Despite everything, I really believe people are good at heart.

When you are 14,
a voice will call you to greatness.
When the doubters call you crazy, do not listen.
They don’t know the sound
of their own God’s whisper. Use your armor,
use your sword, use your two good hands.
Do not let their doubting
drown out the sound of your own heartbeat.
You are the Maid of Untamed Patriotism.
Born to lead armies into victory and unite a nation
like a broken heart.

When you are 15, you will be punished
for learning too proudly. A man
will climb onto your school bus and insist
your sisters name you enemy.
When you do not hide,
he will point his gun at your temple
and fire three times. Three years later,
in an ocean of words, with no apologies,
you will stand before the leaders of the world
and tell them your country is burning.

When you are 16 years old,
you will invent science fiction.
The story of a man named Frankenstein
and his creation. Soon after you will learn
that little girls with big ideas are more terrifying
than monsters, but don’t worry.
You will be remembered long after
they have put down their torches.

When you are 17 years old,
you will strike out Babe Ruth and Lou Gehrig
one right after the other.
Men will be afraid of the lightening
in your fingertips. A few days later
you will be fired from the major leagues
because “Girls are too delicate to play baseball”

You will turn 18 with a baby on your back
leading Lewis and Clark
across North America.

You will turn 18 
and become queen of the Nile.

You will turn 18 
and bring justice to journalism.

You are now 18, standing on the precipice,
trembling before your own greatness.

This is your call to leap.

There will always being those
who say you are too young and delicate
to make anything happen for yourself.
They don’t see the part of you that smolders.
Don’t let their doubting drown out the sound
of your own heartbeat.

You are the first drop of a hurricane.
Your bravery builds beyond you. You are needed
by all the little girls still living in secret,
writing oceans made of monsters and
throwing like lightening.

You don’t need to grow up to find greatness.
You are stronger than the world has ever believed you to be.
The world laid out before you to set on fire.
All you have to do
is burn.

For Teenage Girls With Wild Ambition and Trembling Hearts, Clementine von Radics (via jebiwonkenobi)

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kinklock:

someone on a tv show who has been shown to be attracted to more than one gender begins to say “actually I’m bi - “ 

the tv short circuits then falls off the wall the earth starts shaking then come the floods and the locusts it’s the nuclear apocalypse your face is melting and in the distance you hear “nonon only gone gay, former straight, just promiscuous,

winchesterinengland:

anartisticanomaly:

phantomcat94:

meefling:

You Aren’t Boring I Just Suck At Conversations I’m Sorry: a novel by me

I’m Not Ignoring You I Just Don’t Know What To Say: a sequel by me

I Feel Like I have Nothing Interesting To Say So I Don’t Say Anything At All And I’m Really Sorry Don’t Stop Talking To Me: the trilogy.

It Has Been A Long Time Since I Talked To You And I Feel Uncomfortable Saying Anything Now Please Talk To Me First: The Spinoff Series by me

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