lets play truth or dare except can all the questions be like “truth: what emotionally intensive task do you need to engage in this week to improve the tenacity of your heart?” and “dare: i dare you to be vulnerable in your honesty and love today” or “i dare you to interrogate your desire for the benefit of your self actualization”
“This is the place in which, it seems to me, most white Americans find themselves. They are dimly, or vividly, aware that the history they have fed themselves is mainly a lie, but they do not know how to release themselves from it, and they suffer enormously from the resulting personal incoherence. This incoherence is heard nowhere more plainly than in those stammering, terrified dialogues white Americans sometimes entertain with that black conscience, the black man in America.
The nature of this stammering can be reduced to a plea: Do not blame me. I was not there. I did not do it. My history has nothing to do with Europe or the slave trade. Anyway, it was your chiefs who sold you to me. I was not present on the middle passage. I am not responsible for the textile mills of Manchester, or the cotton fields of Mississippi. Besides, consider how the English, too, suffered in those mills and in those awful cities! I, also, despise the governors of Southern states and the sheriffs of Southern counties; and I also want your child to have a decent education and rise as high as his capabilities will permit. I have nothing against you, nothing! What have you got against me? What do you want?
But, on the same day, in another gathering, and in the most private chamber of his heart always, he, the white man, remains proud of that history for which he does not wish to pay, and from which, materially, he has profited so much.”—
Queer masculinity and queer men’s spaces are one six inch think glass pane away and all I have is my stupid bare hands. Sometimes it’s really tempting to give it all up and continue to lie to myself about being a lesbian, since apparently that’s the only thing people will ever consider me (namely queer men)
Looking to violently overthrow the capitalist system? Join me and my Marxian friends for a special meeting in the warehouse across the street from the FBI headquarters in DC on Saturday at 7PM! There will be cookies and dank “ass kush” blunts!
All things in this world feel pain. A lobster, a fruit, a man, a cat, a pearl, a window, a kite. They suffer. You must respect them all. A man who brings pain wantonly brings that pain onto his own self times three.
“Shhhh,” tell a fruit and lift it up in your soft hands.
You are every ounce of horror, every reminding second of a completely terrible life. You’re the single most constant mistake of why most my body aches, and from the cold, iron shackles you locked around my heart to the chunks of my life you picked out from your teeth. I remember for a moment about the person I used to be.