I'm a fat brown cis male queer, humorless feminist, tender queer, late 20's college student. This is a blog about people of color solidarity, queer separatism, body positivity, dismantling the white supremacist capitalist cisheteropatriarchy and general insurrection. This blog is a manifestation of my fat, brown, queer rage.
I also run the body positive blogs fuckyeahchubbyguysofcolor and fatnudes, if you're into that sort of thing.
"The thing about cultural appropriation is that the appropriator does not have to face the same consequences that we do for practicing our culture or faith. For them, it is an accessory that can be taken on or off at will, while for us, it is a way of life. …in a society where immigrants and communities of color are marginalized at every level, we can’t pretend that power relations do not exist when we have this conversation about appropriation. Sharing and exchanging cultural and spiritual practices is great, but it gets more complicated when we’re not all on equal footing. It gets more complicated when meaningful things are taken, commodified, and exploited for a profit, with little respect shown to the community they were taken from."
- Turbans on the Runway: What does it mean for Sikhs? by Sonny Singh Brooklynwala (July 10th, 2012)
Today a [cute] white cismale anarchist punk told me that I was dressed very clean. He didn’t say it in an offensive way. I told him that I liked to dress clean because I grew up poor, and he replied, “I grew up with money so I ended up going the opposite direction.”
But I find it necessary to point out a few things:
Fashion choices can be revolutionary. What you wear can make a political statement. But crusty uniforms do not. You can dress punk as fuck and have dirt all over your face and still be a white supremacist rapist shitbag. It’s ridiculous that people should associate with each other based primarily upon fashion choices instead of political beliefs. Sure, you can say fuck the police all you want but you’re a misogynist and a racist. You are not as radical as you say [dress] you are.
Not only that, but I like to appear fairly clean because I grew up very fucking poor. Like, I wore my mom’s shoes in fifth grade that were too small and begged my parents for shoes for weeks and I’d have to walk home from school everyday and my toes would bleed. I remember being embarrassed that my pants were too small.
I don’t have anything to prove to white middle class kids who abandoned their privileged reality (which they seldom ever acknowledge) to go train hopping and squatting. I didn’t need to do any of that to prove that the capitalist system hurts me. I like pretty knit sweaters and untorn levi’s. I also daydream about smashing the state, I enjoy listening to other people’s stories about the train yards, and I visit my friends who live at squats all over Oakland.
At one time I would have said: Don’t exclude me because of my fashion choices. Now I say: It’s okay if you exclude me. None of you are radical enough for me anyway. You’re fucking basic.
Practicing for my makeup tutorial video that I will be filming tomorrow. I am going for a Lana Del Rey from the Born to Die video look. I will definitely be darkening and intensifying the eyeliner, its not showing like i want.
What are you guys thinking, any suggestions?
I AM GETTING INTO HIS MUG. So fierce! You look amazing.