Cars are anti-culture machines. No, I will not say more about this.
Every holiday season feels like an advent calendar of murder celebration, consumerism, or opulent excess and four years ago, I cried at the black garbage bag we filled with wrapping paper and I stared blankly at the dark clouds that sat heavy on the curb. When my mom sees me crying, she gets angry. When I tell her to call me by a different name, she tells me my name is a gift, why would I change it? My birthname means “god is gracious.” My lived name means that I am always changing, that I am made of seasons rotating through green, yellow, red, white. And that means I am gracious and the spirit of the earth has found a place in me and, then, isn’t god gracious through that? I am not speaking to my mom right now, but she doesn’t know that. It’s hard to talk to people when they don’t believe that there’s a genocide happening.
Golfers should be shot on sight and golf courses razed. This makes room for more foxes, wolves, deer, and prairies. I no longer have complicated feelings about who is on the dealing end and who is on the receiving end of violence: golfers should be on the receiving end, wolves should be on the dealing end. I do, however, have complicated feelings about violence as an efficient strategy.
Queer as in transgressive and cross-gender; cross as in intersection or pissed. Queer should not describe a relation to traditional gender roles, nor should it describe how you piss. It should however have a connection to where you piss, who you piss on, and who you piss off.
My friend told me how many times they cried this year and I realized that I only have cried 10 times this year and only twice in front of people. I like how often I cry, but I wish I could ugly cry in front of everybody. Yes, I am an ugly crier; my face twists like an old tree’s knots but with my well-moisturized and exfoliated skin, adding an extra layer of “ew.” No, I will not say more about this.
I think the most important things about reading are how one imagines, then how one constructs oneself through fiction. Turning falsity to truth.
The best thing a white person can do for society is kill the white part and leave the person part. First, we have to see that they’re not the same thing.
I’m sorry about your mom. You can cry in front of me anytime. xo.