Dean Spade, Normal Life: Administrative Violence, Critical Trans Politics, and the Limits of Law
Found out the woman who lived here before me had piles of newspapers stacked to the ceiling.
oh and she jumped off the roof of the building.
reblogging because my gf hates poop jokes and come on sometimes they are funny ugh
reblogging this for myself
thanks K
(Source: funkyfest)
I walk downstairs after not speaking to my mom all day to find my parents watching Black Swan and
OF COURSE I walk down right as the lesbian scene is starting and
OF COURSE
my dad fast forwards it and
OF COURSE
of course.
Pilots are kind of my favorite people. Whenever they get me to my destination safely, I want to kiss their feet. Generally, I feel like my plane is going down anytime we hit a bump. There’s alota lives on this plane, y’all. So thanks for keepin me alive.
Sincerely,
Not dead human being
QUEERING THE GAME OF LIFE (via cocknbull)
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The nerves start the closer I get,
waiting for the curve, where is that fucking curve
I know it’s here
The tears come, the anxiety…
that fucking anxiety
Doors open left or right
Right, towards Brighton 14th
Walking, coffee, the nerves subside
The walkers, the chairs, the foreign words,
the same as before, nothing changes
nothing changes
Pass the same empty lot from years ago-
still empty
Pass the building
nothing changes
Pass the park and our spot
Nothing changes
Feelings unknown
walk on, walk on
The boardwalk is cold but nothing changes, the same old faces
Look out, the sea, the ships-
maybe if I look far enough i’ll be home
And soon they’ll all be dead.
I consider/know that i’m someone with a lot of privilege so sometimes, actually, most of the time, I forget that there are parts of my identity that make me different.
The stares, the disgusted looks, the snarky comments- i’d like to be able to hold and kiss the girl i love without being judged, and objectified, and fucking critiqued every time we are in public.
fucking, fuck