I remember the first pride I ever attended: seventeen, half terrified, half bolstered by reckless bravery. In the parking lot, I painted my eyes in pink-purple-blue using the review mirror. On the walk to the parade route, I purchased a flag with cash and tied it around my neck like a cape.
I remember crawling up onto a metal electrical box on a street corner--violently hot against my bare skin in the Texas sun. I remember the heat didn't matter once the parade started, once I caught a handful of thrown beads, a crown, a fan. Someone passed me a bottle of bubbles and I blew them out over the crowd as not one, not two, but three church floats bedecked in crosses and rainbows marched past. I remember feeling like I could breathe for the first time maybe ever.
But I also remember walking back to my car at the end. Giving away my crown, my fan, and my flag to two kids in a wagon, trying not to let my pathetic envy show as I met the eyes of their smiling parents. I cleaned the paint off my face in the same parking lot I applied it.
I kept the necklace--cheap and plastic and dangerous. I kept it for the first fifteen minutes of my drive until my anxiety demanded I pull into a gas station and throw it away.
I went to work: a four hour shift I'd said was eight. It was one of the few times I ever lied to my parents unless you counted the pervasive, quiet, lie of omission that lasted another decade.
Today, I got ready for another pride with my husband. I wore my denim vest with its collection of queer enamel pins. We walked together from our house to the parade route. At the end, we walked back together in a crowd of other pride-goers.
I texted my parents pictures without fear.
And this time, I took my beads home.
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I think a lot of people on this website really need to understand and internalize the fact that many women can be, and often are, agents of the Patriarchy. Including otherwise marginalized women.
It also needs to be understood and internalized that this is not a novel or anti-Feminist idea. In fact, it is a long standing and well documented idea particularly in Black, Brown, and Indigenous Feminism. Especially in the Feminism of queer WoC.
You are not immune from this. No one is. Everyone participates in and can perpetuate Patriarchy. Everyone participates in and can perpetuate misogynist behavior. It came free with our Patriarchal, misogynist, society.
If that makes you uncomfortable, examine why. If you think you are impervious from participating in Patriarchy and misogyny, examine why. If you don't think you have internalized behaviors and ideas ingrained into you by virtue of living in a bigoted world just because you disagree with those ideas on a surface level - you are likely wrong. Examine that. Self reflect.
We're all forced into participating in and perpetuating systems we disagree with and without examining how we do so we will never achieve real liberation.
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1.5 MILLION SUBS BAYBEEEEE!
Yoooooooooooo! Heyyyy, thank you everybody! That's a fun milestone!
If you like, feel free to tell me your favourite Philosophy Tube moments, I'd be curious to hear!
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The way we discuss prophecy in fandom is genuinely fascinating. GRRM spends so much time showing how different characters have different interpretations of the same thing based on their own cultural contexts. He says that prophecy is tricky to navigate through multiple characters, showing that even the most careful practitioner can get almost everything wrong and fall victim to their own fallacies (see Mel). So tell me why the main takeaway for large parts of this fandom is “prophecy stupid, it doesn’t matter”. My brothers and sisters in R’hllor, GRRM didn’t invent multiple characters (three of whom are main POVs!!) who can see the future for this to be the conclusion. This is a FANTASY series. Please I’m begging, let us be serious 🥲
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