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I unspokenly choose to invest in friendships based on this principle. People who don’t make time for me don’t deserve my time.
I stopped tumblr for many reasons but here are the two most important ones:
1) all the same material, little discussion (more reinforcements or arguments and less exploration) and not enough sourcing
2) my blog has always been used to reblog instead of posting and creating which is unsatisfying and dull
There is a very good reason why I don’t create. The things that aren’t worth creating are usually things that aren’t challenging and I can’t get into. The things that have been buzzing in my head and are personally vital to moving forward are things I’m afraid to address because when the gates are open and i’m not sure what will come out and how stable i’ll be.
I worked on a personal painting about family dysfunction and tried to keep a third party distance to the issues. I still attempted to identify symbols and representations of specific feelings and experiences and it proved impossible to not get emotionally involved. I can’t stand outside myself and address something deeply rooted all the while pretending that it doesn’t affect me. My emotions ended up creeping up into my head space and it got to the point where it consumed me whole and I had to fully realize and address those issues. Though the process fueled my ideas for creating and brought to the surface some untouched observations and realizations, i’m scared to go back to a place where I can’t be productive. Where I don’t know how to balance my emotions and I no longer have control. When I spiral off I can’t pull back and restrain enough to be functional, i just become this hot ass mess.
To all those who follow and all those who are involved with my life please excuse all my new personal posts and I hope you will listen. These days I find it hard to find people actually willing to listen to me.
this is what gentrification looks like. this is what land grabs look like. this is what white supremacist heteropatriarchy looks like. FUCK.
THIS IS BULLSHIT.
Necessary reblog, this shit is supposed to be illegal. I hate it when people tell me block busting is a serious accusation and then in two years I see luxury high rise apartments/condos and no low income housing anymore.
Call out your bros.
I have literally never seen a guy tell another guy that he is being sexist, misogynist, or slut-shamey.
Not even once.
Call out your bros.
People who think that no one uses welfare/food stamps to actually buy things they need can tell that to my hungry 11 year old self who wouldn’t have had decent lunches or meat (at all) without government assistance.
Oh, and who might have gone hungry if there had been drug testing involved. Thanks. I’m glad that you know more about my life than I do! If only I had realized sooner that my mom wasn’t really buying food with that money! I mean, I don’t know what she was doing with it, since our lives were fucking awful at that point and we had a grand total of zero luxuries (I shared a room with my mom! In the basement of my grandma’s condo! I did laundry for the whole house to earn enough dimes to buy myself sodas and candy!), but really, please, enlighten me.
Also, as a child of a drug addict, this law fucking terrifies me. The idea that some kid who is trying to cope with having an addict for a parent (not always easy) also might go hungry or without new clothes or whatnot because some privileged assholes think poor people have to be suffering saints to qualify for help literally makes me cry to think about.” —
YAAAS TO ALL OF THIS
All these bullshit “welfare reform” laws that are designed to fix some imaginary problem in the system that doesn’t exist all comes out of the perpetuation of the “welfare queen” stereotype that we love to vilify all the time.
When we think welfare we think poor black woman who’s having babies for extra government benefits who’s really just taking the government handouts to buy drugs, candy or brand new shoes or some shit…
Making laws based off stereotypes is NOT how we combat poverty. Its how we make the issue even worse
If my mom didn’t have foot stamps she would probably be not able to afford the frugal below poverty line living that she does now. My mom has been unemployed forever, deals with a serious case of bipolar and can barely keep track of conversations while having them. She smokes sometimes to help and if drug testing inhibited her from getting aid me and my brother would probably have been seriously fucked.