I don’t call people out on much because I will be the first to recognize that I am a fallible jerk like 75% of the time. Seriously, I don’t say about half of what I am thinking because I am afraid it might be offensive and the last thing I want to do is piss someone off. Huge push-over here; ask my wife.
But you say “first-world problems” around me and I will say something.
It’s stupid and not funny.
I love being horribly straightforward. I love sending reckless text messages (because how reckless can a form of digitized communication be?) and telling people I love them and telling people they are absolutely magical humans and I cannot believe they really exist. I love saying, “Kiss me harder,” and “You’re a good person,” and, “You brighten my day.” I live my life as straight-forward as possible.
Because one day, I might get hit by a bus.
Maybe it’s weird. Maybe it’s scary. Maybe it seems downright impossible to just be—to just let people know you want them, need them, feel like, in this very moment, you will die if you do not see them, hold them, touch them in some way whether its your feet on their thighs on the couch or your tongue in their mouth or your heart in their hands.
But there is nothing more beautiful than being desperate.
And there is nothing more risky than pretending not to care.
We are young and we are human and we are beautiful and we are not as in control as we think we are. We never know who needs us back. We never know the magic that can arise between ourselves and other humans.
We never know when the bus is coming.
The problem is that white people see racism as conscious hate, when racism is bigger than that. Racism is a complex system of social and political levers and pulleys set up generations ago to continue working on the behalf of whites at other people’s expense, whether whites know/like it or not. Racism is an insidious cultural disease. It is so insidious that it doesn’t care if you are a white person who likes black people; it’s still going to find a way to infect how you deal with people who don’t look like you. Yes, racism looks like hate, but hate is just one manifestation. Privilege is another. Access is another. Ignorance is another. Apathy is another. And so on. So while I agree with people who say no one is born racist, it remains a powerful system that we’re immediately born into. It’s like being born into air: you take it in as soon as you breathe. It’s not a cold that you can get over. There is no anti-racist certification class. It’s a set of socioeconomic traps and cultural values that are fired up every time we interact with the world. It is a thing you have to keep scooping out of the boat of your life to keep from drowning in it. I know it’s hard work, but it’s the price you pay for owning everything.
—Scott Woods (via andrewgibby)
livingwtblastoma asked: I think I quite like the way how you answer people it always make sense and sounds so intellectual like what I should say if someone asked me something .p.s you look pretty :)
I appreciate that. I have to admit that most of the time it starts much less structured and much more belligerent. I’m more hot-headed than I seem. But I do try to sit with every message I receive, good or bad, and put together a constructive answer. That’s just better for everyone, and it helps me to be a better, less impulsive person.
Thanks for the message!
That’s the way to do it! That is what is great about the internet and that’s why it’s so unacceptable the way people write such horrendous things on the internet. The person isn’t right in front of your face, you have plenty of time to stop and think. Use that time!