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Kai Cheng Thom

I Hope We Choose Love

    paolargarцитируетв прошлом месяце
    hold it close to your heart. as you walk away. as you grieve the loss. as you find yourself: leaving is not abuse. getting out is not abuse. freedom is not abuse. freedom is never abuse.
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    relationships should never be based on fear.
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    And if it’s not our revolution, then let’s build a new one.
    paolargarцитируетв прошлом месяце
    I’m just a fucked-up girl who writes essays in a manic
    paolargarцитируетв прошлом месяце
    Shame and judgment are the twin faces of trauma, and we are trained to see ourselves and others through their eyes.
    paolargarцитируетв прошлом месяце
    As adults, shame makes us curl away from the intensity and potential danger of authentic, compassionate relationships. It tells us to run away from ambiguity and to either submit or lash out at those who we think might threaten us.
    paolargarцитируетв прошлом месяце
    What strikes me as particularly interesting, and disturbing, about celebrity culture in the social justice movement is its relationship to mob mentality and capitalism: We are happy to take political direction from celebrities within the masked hierarchy of the movement, at once elevating and scrutinizing them—that is, until they say something that we do not agree with. T
    paolargarцитируетв прошлом месяце
    This type of identity politics is based on a level of essentialism that I am uncomfortable with; it assumes that all people of colour, trans folks, etc., have the same experience, and that identity categories apply uniformly across the board
    paolargarцитируетв прошлом месяце
    but the rad queer community offered me a whole new set of norms for performance and lovability that, at least on the surface, gave value to the identity factors
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    Love that might not save us at the end of the world but that might make it possible to live through
    paolargarцитируетв прошлом месяце
    . It isn’t easy to believe in love, not after so many people and ideals I held so dear have hurt me or been taken from me. But, then, I too have hurt people and taken things from people. I have made mistakes, and I have done worse than mistakes. I still want to be believed in, and loved.
    paolargarцитируетв прошлом месяце
    I want to live in love and believe in love.
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    ean love that is kind but also honest. Love that is courageous and relentless and willing to break the rules and smash the system. Love that cares about people more than ideas, that prizes each and every one of us as essential and indispensable.
    paolargarцитируетв прошлом месяце
    So in the midst of despair, I have come to believe that love—the feeling of love, the politics of love, the ethics and ideology and embodiment of love—is the only good option in this time of the apocalypse. What else do we have?
    paolargarцитируетв прошлом месяце
    lost my faith in community. I lost hope—in social justice, in revolution, in the world.
    When we lose faith in the things that matter, it is easy to turn to anger. Anger helps us survive when survival seems impossible.
    paolargarцитируетв прошлом месяце
    To all the queers who broke my heart
    And to all the queers who mended it
    jimena astridцитирует4 месяца назад
    As for those communities of queer people, racialized people, disabled people marginalized people that have been taking back their power? The social justice activists that raised me to believe in the possibility of a revolution that would change and save the world? Sometimes it seems like the most painful cuts of all come from within my own community: Call-out culture. Lateral violence. Puritanical politics. Intimate partner abuse. Public shaming. We know so much about trauma but so little about how to heal it. What would “community” know about saving us from the apocalypse?
    Max Valenciaцитирует8 месяцев назад
    safe and free are not the same thing
    living and alive are not the same thing
    Max Valenciaцитирует8 месяцев назад
    hard to walk with ghosts on your shoulders, but when you learn to listen to what they’re saying, you realize that they’re telling the story of who you are.
    Max Valenciaцитирует8 месяцев назад
    Three generations of stories slipped through the cracks in the words between us, two whole lifetimes lost in translation.
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