“You learn to love
that used to disgust you.
Those you cannot bear
you learn to accept.
Hating yourself is
It is time for you
to rest.”—Michelle K., It is Time. (via wrapmeinpaper)
“He is not a constellation.
You should not wish to be the cigarette touching his lips.
He will not appear through the fog and heal your wounds.
Only you can do that.
So get out of bed and put on some lipstick.
Stop falling at his feet.
Save yourself.”—Emery Allen (via thesansculottes)
if anything gale is a tragedy and deserves our sympathies rather than our ire, i’m sorry. (i’m not sorry.)
the capitol took his best friend, the woman he loves, away from him twice. they burned his home to the ground. they made him have his name in that reaping bowl 42 times so his family wouldn’t starve to death. you want to know why gale is angry? you want to know why gale will do whatever it takes? because he got pushed to the brink of things and that is not his fault and i’m going to be angry forever that people think it is. our introduction to katniss is how she wanted to drown a cat because it was another mouth to feed. things are desperate in district twelve, and gale saw a lot of things katniss didn’t see, like five mouths to feed instead of two and their homes on fire. gale got people out. gale led people through the woods.
the games make katniss softer than she used to be. the games make gale harder than he used to be. the war happens and she stays soft and the war happens and he becomes a soldier because the capitol is not winning any more victories over him. gale hawthorne is 19-years-old and the capitol has won enough victories over him. he won’t lose anyone else. he won’t go back into those mines that killed his father.
so, his home gets burned to the ground, and his revolution gets inverted, and he loses someone who was basically his sister — because he loved prim too which everyone seems to forget about — and the girl he loves in an accident not of his own making, and he moves in with the remnants of his destruction and probably thinks about how the capitol made him this way. and in the end he’s left with the rubble, and it’s a tragedy.
because, yeah, gale won the war. and the war won him right back.
I recently learned from Black female bloggers that we are appropriating this word. A Black feminist named Kimberlé Williams Crenshaw came up with the term intersectionality to talk about how race and gender intersect for women of color. It was never intended for white women to use to describe our own feminism or an allegiance with woc—or, worse yet, intersecting oppressions for white people.
We can be anti-racist, we can be allies, we can be social justice bloggers, but we are not “intersectional.” We don’t experience the intersection of race and gender.
The thing is Crenshaw never gets credit for coining this term and white feminists ignore the fact a Black woman invented it to describe her experience as a Black woman, and for other women of color to use. We as white feminists often use this term without ever engaging with Black womanists and Black feminists or other feminists of color, which constantly sidelining their issues, and being racist ourselves or not checking our privilege. Also, I’ve seen white women go to a desi woman’s ask box, when she was talking abou racist white feminists in her grad program and tell her, “oh it’s too bad there are no intersectional feminists in your school!” And she had to tell them, “nope they call themselves intersectional feminists, but they are still racist and throw woc under the bus.”
Some of us like to think if we call ourselves “intersectional” than we’re not like ~THOSE~ white feminists those ~non-intersectional~ white feminists, but that’s not true. We are white feminists—we have white female privilege. We benefit just as much from white supremacy as anyone else and we are just as able to be racist and exclude, talk over, invalidate or ignore woc.
I used to use this term for myself and I used to use this term to describe “intersections” of my oppressions. But this isn’t right. That’s not how the term was intended. And us white people steal too much shit from POC—especially women of color—ESPECIALLY Black women.
So let’s stop appropriating this term and give it back to the women who it was made for—women of color.
it’s funny how liberals talk about legalizing pot in the sense of “why not/it’s like alcohol/this old lady with cancer could use a good painkiller” and never say “hey were putting thousands of black youth behind bars over this and it’s used to target black communities specifically and that needs to stop” it’s almost like liberal leaders and large swaths of their followers are just apathetic bourgeois elites who favor leisure and comfort over helping the poor and marginalized
“Now, Helen of Troy, they say, launched a thousand ships
With the short of her skirt and the shape of her lips
And when that old bard lay the blame at her face
For the rape of a nation
Wrong time, Wrong place
Helen simply whispered, “history’s our test
Look between the lines, girls, Read beneath the text.”—Eve’s Mouth, Alix Olson (via supertrekual)
you do not ask her when she is leaving town again; not because you do not feel this pulsing ache to know, but because you do not want to make her say it
you do not ask her to stay; her cheeks bloom like roses, but your garden has been empty for a long time now and it is not her job to fill it
you never say goodbye; permanence is a dreadful thing and so instead, you say “I’ll be seeing you” and you make it sound like a damn promise, something you will hold close and not leave scattered at the foot of some dark-eyed stranger’s bed
you tell her that you love her and you keep it in the simplest terms; leave out all the poetic nonsense because you’re not trying to woo her— you’re just trying to show her something warm and light, something honest in the midst of all the bullshit all the one-liners all the people who never stayed
and you never ever make promises that you don’t intend to keep