Like, every morning I get up and put on clothes wondering if looking like a teenage boy is gonna result in fewer uncomfortable interactions than looking like a 26yo woman, while also trying to match my clothes to my nails, while always already running late, and I don’t want to be a brain in a jar on the internet cos I love food & dancing & yr skin on mine but I also don’t know if these wincing moments are how I feel about my body or just how it’s interpreted in a category or series I didn’t choose or define, and you can’t walk into a room without culture to think about yourself independent if significance so instead I have a lot of blogs and feelings and feminism is pretty inadequate but something, and writing is one way of being present but invisible. — Terror Incognita:
When’s a good time to start pulling off my skin and hair in preparation for my body’s dissolution into the dirt underneath my house, I’m not doing anything this afternoon, do you want to hang out? I’m free this afternoon if you want to hang out, I’m not doing anything this afternoon
1. my friend dated this socialist dude who used the word “comrade” a lot as a term of address
she mentioned that she didn’t love the word
and he tried to argue that it was really important to “reclaim” it, akin to the process of reclamation of slurs like “queer”
“are you kidding? you’re kidding. you’re not kidding.”
2. I personally really like being called “comrade” because it’s so dorky and I find that endearing. it’s mainly something I hear from committed older leftists who never sold out. I have a lot of affection and respect for them as a group and I obviously really like it when they address me as a comrade in struggle. plus most of my closest friends are also people I’ve organised with, it’s definitely something that forms a tight bond, I have a pretty positive relationship with camaraderie
but a lot of people hate being called “comrade” and they usually have pretty good reasons
basically it’s like “sister” in that it’s a term of address that assumes a relationship of political solidarity that may or may not exist. it can be performative and help bring that relationship into existence or it can be pushy and aggressive and entitled, it all depends.
I’m so fucking bored of tumblr marxists
this is so 2012
abuse victims often ‘overreact’ because part of being in an abusive situation is being constantly told your justifiable anger or fear or anxiety is unjustifiable by both the people abusing you and people knowingly or unknowingly supporting them! abusive systems create people whose ability to ‘react’ ‘appropriately’ has been deliberately taken from them as a means of control! you’re not helping by being just another person telling them to shut up! here’s a picture of a cube!!