What if headphones
Helped you listen better
Instead of hiding you
I got an app notification that said
Someone next to you needs a hug
So I hugged the five people next to me
Remembering that each of these is a lonely sad animal
Dealing with the conflicts between logic and biology
Between society and the need to feel a part of _____
Apart from moments like that
Things are pretty depressing
Probably even for you
A man is 631 times more likely to become an NFL player than to be falsely accused of rape.
"We end on a serious note. Because 1 in 33 men will be raped in his lifetime, men are 82,000x more likely to be raped than falsely accused of rape. It seems many of us would do well to pay more attention to how rape culture affects us all than be paranoid about false accusers.”
that last paragraph
Go ahead, tell me who should have the “benefit of the doubt” again?
Last night after the No Regrets event I took the F home and there were two incredibly drunk guys in my car, middle-aged white guys in button-down shirts, not young fratty bros. They were hugging a pole in the middle of the crowded car, talking to each other loudly, moving unsteadily, slurring…
This needs to be in everyone’s scream repertoire. Too many of us are used to being the rest of the passengers, looking but doing and saying nothing.
The men being screamed at don’t need to be threatening or violent, they just need to be men who are touching women for no reason.
I fully expect to be screamed at if I do this. Everyone should.
There is no "feminist quota" you're fulfilling that lets you be mysoginistic
Like you can’t go twenty three hours “thinking women are people” and five minutes of “joking about bitches” and feel like you’re doing your part.
Really? The rape joke is really in your top two minutes of funniest shit you have to say?
Non-comedians: This is applicable to you too. The shit you laugh at because you’re uncomfortable isn’t making it go away, it’s ensuring it continues. You don’t think something is funny? Don’t laugh. (And yeah, I’m serious, even though I know it’s like really offensive to comedians for a comic to tell someone not to laugh. Idgaf.)
you gotta ground yourself sometimes like remember the bones and blood in your feet and how gravity makes them kiss the space ball also ground yourself like sit in a corner but sit in a corner where there’s people punish yourself by not letting you be alone
did you notice when you go to bars how weird it feels to sit next to someone thinking ‘where did that person come from’ and ‘where are they going after this’ and not asking to find out did you notice how invisible you are
The sleep was thin and cold and he felt at all times to be just a part of him submerged, eyelids dipped under a pudding skin of consciousness. As he slept he dreamed of being naked. He dreamed of walking the dog she’d had, a little mix that was wearing jeans and a button-down shirt, out and around the neighborhood and back again. He was naked and he walked the dog that never seemed to get tired. He walked to get his mail but being naked had no key. He walked the dog past an apartment and his landlord waved from a window. The dog acknowledged the wave, nodded his head at the landlord and hunched forward and got very small, and the leash went slack as all of a sudden the dog pretended to be very tired. So he turned the dog around and walked it back inside, where it plopped down on his bed and yawned a violin-stroke of relief and took its shoes off. He laid down on the kitchen floor and licked Cheerios from under the dishwasher. Later he dreamed he and this dog walked on a desert road, and the dog (wearing leather now) lost itself among the cacti (but where here, in Nevada, were cacti?) and then the dream shifted again and he was with the dog - found now - under a giant fiberglass sculpture outside a chocolate factory and the dog pointed to an open car door where another dog was hanging out the driver’s door chewing grass and vomiting, and then the sky turned dark and his eyes were opening.
there are places inside me I’ve never been but I could trespass freely, and will someday all my places will be mapped and I will unravel them for you between cork board pushpins and each red string you twang will lead back or forward into my headspace’s space-time beyond - we’ll map our connections with Venn diagrams of color, a painted mixture with brush and water with son and daughter we’ll last together, but first - but first -
“White Americans currently have 19 times the wealth of African-Americans. That gap has increased, not decreased, since 1995 when it was at an all-time low of 7-to-1. A 2010 study from Brandeis University found that even among the wealthiest African-Americans, wealth has fallen from $25,000 to $18,000. Perhaps even more shocking is that the wealth of upper-middle-class whites “surged to $240K.” So not only is white wealth increasing, but among African-Americans being “wealthy” on average means you have $18K in assets. That is laughably absurd.”—Brittney Cooper in this Salon Article
tufts of it like from a stuffed bear run it through your fingers stretch it, wind it around feel it throb over the blood in you tie it to another strand, tighten yank until it holds together my buzzing, get another handful put me together in my living room
make me till the buzzing’s gone make me till I can stand alone
in front of you wherever that is burrow a hole down some steep steps or into your steering wheel or the tv you bought without thinking this black rectangle has given me so much even, thinking nothing but credit card or in the fridge burrow a hole there and put yourself in climb in and touch the condiments squeeze ketchup on your teeth notice how it doesn’t taste so red in the black in the sparkles and spats of your chemical over-reactions burrow a hole and think this is it
with a knife metaphor poke holes in your skull so your brain can breathe while you ship it through the land of other people not hell after all see each face in a crowd kiss each forehead let yourself fill up like your ears at pool bottom and breathe the thick life
backwards compatible whatever that means is that a sex thing or just your old friend fits in your new life what about tainted love is that a stinky kiss or when things that used to fit feel wrong and your stomach and your lungs are inseparable like you both used to be