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Anti-capitalist, queer & asexual crybaby living on unceded and unsurrendered Algonquin Territory.

Big fan of Janelle Monáe and Rae Spoon

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"

We had a lot of trouble with western mental health workers who came here immediately after the genocide and we had to ask some of them to leave.

They came and their practice did not involve being outside in the sun where you begin to feel better. There was no music or drumming to get your blood flowing again. There was no sense that everyone had taken the day off so that the entire community could come together to try to lift you up and bring you back to joy. There was no acknowledgement of the depression as something invasive and external that could actually be cast out again.

Instead they would take people one at a time into these dingy little rooms and have them sit around for an hour or so and talk about bad things that had happened to them. We had to ask them to leave.

"
— ~A Rwandan talking to a western writer, Andrew Solomon, about his experience with western mental health and depression.

From The Moth podcast, ‘Notes on an Exorcism’. (via jacobwren)
"When I want to know if my friend finally had sex with the woman she has been hanging out with or the woman she met at the bar the night before, what am I really interested in finding out? On one level, sex is physical and, more specifically, genital, but it is what sex signifies that I need to know, everything else sex can also be about: intimacy, vulnerability, pleasure, desire, connection, to some spirituality, and sometimes love. If all language is metaphor, then we can see sex as a metaphor for feelings and concepts that are difficult to pin down instead of a literal, exclusive route to intimacy. This literality excludes some people who need to experience deep, significant connections non-genitally. One way to help us be consistently aware of the metaphorical nature of any term that has been used habitually as sole referent is to introduce new metaphors or new language to keep reminding us that there are multiples ways of conceptualizing the signified. Asexuality is a potential metaphor that unveils alternative relational routes to intimacy."
"I will allow space for all the feelings my heart holds. I will not cower or hide from myself. It’s okay to feel the ugly messy things. It’s okay to feel the burning brilliance of beauty. It’s okay to feel the soft winds of happiness and the quiet bursts of loneliness. Its okay to feel it all. It’s okay to be myself, all of myself, not just the good."
— (via positivedoodles)

theacemachine:

ennish:

deneuveing:

lyrafay:

ask-queen-mikasa:

homosexual-titan:

THIS VIDEO WAS SO SATISFYING

This gives me life

How music changed from 2000-2013. 

i feel so fucking old right now…

Anyone else notice how more songs were in a minor key at the beginning of the video?

Iconic

cheapwood:

i keep track of all the people that like and reblog my selfies

someone’s gonna get a prize at the end of the year

javeliner:

i should have been a pair of ragged claws getting fat stacks in silent seas

javeliner:

i should have been a pair of ragged claws getting fat stacks in silent seas

Some of my ways of connecting with my Bangali parents on the queer stuff

anuraglahiri:

Maybe my ways are passive, passive-aggressive, sly, avoidant… or just culturally sensitive. Regardless, this is what works for me these days.

  1. I made a safe zone sign for my multilingual immigrant work place and asked my dad for help proofreading the translations. He asked his friends too!
  2. I helped organize the March on Springfield and did outreach at my dad’s University. He took me from building to building with my posters, bragging to people that he helped with the Bangla translation.
  3. That time, after clearly paying attention to my lingo on facebook posts, my mum asked me why people say “queer” because she thought it was a mean word.
  4. I talked to my mum about how some people here in the U.S. prefer they (gender neutral) pronouns, sort of like in Bangla. And then happily listened to her tell me more about Bangla grammar and language.
  5. I heard about Akabaka Productions and then took the opportunity to ask my dad about the meaning of the word akabaka. He wasn’t convinced that it meant gay, lol, but still, I’m wishing I would have come out as baka (not straight) rather than that series of confused English words.
  6. I told my mum about how I know our attorney through her desi lesbian partner who she will marry soon. And they thought she was a damn good attorney too.
  7. I told my mum not to worry, I can help my brother set up a shaadi.com account since I just set up my own. She, confused, asked what I was looking for on there. I said “a wife.” She said, sensitively, “I’m not sure you will find what you are looking for on there…”
  8. I told my mum about my desi lesbian friend’s Hindu wedding and how her mother officiated it with blessings from her own father. My parents later went to a wedding in their town, which was coincidentally officiated by my friend’s mum and they got to meet her.

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