Idk if it’s the constant background buzz of the trauma of being a poc in a racist society coming to the forefront, or the fact that a lot of racism I’ve personally faced was from white queer folks But. I have been seeing a lot of “I was from a conservative family/was conservative until I found out I was queer” stories again, and to those people, I Have Some Words That I Hope You All Will Listen To
So congratulations on getting away from your conservative family/your self discovery of queerness! Genuinely good job, it isn’t easy. You’ve probably had to unlearn all the homophobia/transphobia/queerphobia that you were taught growing up. Your journey of unlearning bigotry has just begun.
Conservatives are really fucking bigoted, not just in the queerphobia but also the racism. You have unlearned the first part, but that second part is still there. There is a still a lot of internalized racial bias that queer people who grew up Conservative have, and a lot of those people make the mistake of thinking just because you are now one marginalized identity, you are now incapable of any kind of bigotry for the rest of your life. Being queer =/= being a poc. We are all marginalized but we’ve got a different set of problems and the ways people oppress us.
So don’t make that mistake. Keep unlearning. You’ve already started doing it, you can keep on doing it. You will be a much more educated person from it, and not end up being an ass to a lot of poc
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I think one of the reasons I struggle to engage with the news about palestine so much is partially just because it feels... vivid. I don't really know how to describe it though.
Some of my earliest memories are of my mom telling me about Palestine, singing me this one song I cant remember the name of and talking about our family's experience of being forced out of their village, fleeing to Syria and surviving in Neirab until my grandfather could finally start to build a house for the family. It's still sad in hindsight - my mom sometimes recalls the horrors of growing up in the middle of a war with a haunted look, while my grandmother still lives in that house, in that war, refusing to leave again.
But even that feels distant from my life. It's something consistent - my great grandparents fled from Palestine, my mother moved to Germany, my other family members are still back in Syria, struggling for as long as I could remember. And its the same with Palestine. I grew up knowing that this genocide is ongoing, but I'm removed from it, safe in Germany, so it's like it's in a constant unchanging state of "Might end up completely occupied one day".
And this... It feels real. I'm being reminded, so harshly reminded, that this is something that's actively happening. I cant look at a map, knowing that the last image titled "today" might be years old by now, because that really really is "yesterday" now. And it makes my daily life feel unreal, sometimes undeserved, because the world is ending but everything is the same as always
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i hate NEEDING to do something but burn out so quickly doing it.
for example, i’m currently prepping for GED tests, so i’m taking notes to study. only 2 hours in and i’m drained. i took a break, but i physically cannot get back into it.
and it happens with other stuff too, cleaning, hygiene, chores, etc. it’s things i NEED to do that i struggle so much with vs the things i WANT to do.
anyways that’s my rant for the day, thanks for listening
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Guess who just went on a round trip to the city center to spend a fortune on a few posca markers only to realise at home I got the wrong size even though I checked??
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i went my whole life thinking i was really prone to motion sickness and then one day my mom put me on anxiety medication and i didnt feel sick in the car and we all just looked at each other like 😐
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