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Fuck ageism. Seriously.
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We stand in opposition to grand juries while denouncing rape apologists. We are in solidarity with Jerry’s grand jury resistance and we are against his disgusting, vicious, and destructive actions of the near past. We are comfortable in this contradictory position of solidarity and antagonism: It is the position in which we live every day. There are many of us here. We encourage all comrades to realize that you do not need to ignore someone’s destructive behavior just because they are under attack from an enemy. To argue that Jerry’s repression at the hands of the state trumps or mitigates his misogynist and racist actions is a grave political mistake.
There’s Something You Should Know About Jerry or, On Nuance (via ninjabikeslut)
our struggle is not just against white supremacy, authority, misogyny and institutionalized patriarchy/heterosexism, the state and it's protection of capitalist wage slavery systems... our struggle is against the dominant narrative that keeps people consuming politics and ideas and the struggle of others without RESPONDING themselves. against passivity, the pacified mass, the dominant narrative that keeps us holding onto our comfort, looking for stability, and assimilating.
our struggle is against every urge within and outside of ourselves to commodify and manage resistance; against our learned response to avoid controversy, to police and socially coerce each other (and each others bodies), to pass and plug and play into the desires that have been created for us by capitalist imagination.
we are taught to limit our own potential based upon preconceived moral practices so disconnected from our practical needs we are literally respecting the 'morality' of an oppressor: the oppressive dehumanizing war machine relying on hierarchy/subordination/surveillance and mass economic class war. the morality of warmongers deserves no respect. we are being attacked day in and day out; we are in a social war that dehumanizes and structures us into subordination on a psychological level.
we have been captured by the capitalist creation of needs, passive choices made into 'obligations' we learn and appease to fulfill socioeconomic expectations. consuming and buying and performing roles, but also organizing ourselves for change in ways recuperated by liberalism and mythmade 'equality', supporting political practices that serve to keep the social order unchangeable. like the non-profit industrial complex, or the evolving academic-industrial complex that reinforces intellectual elitism. or student debt indentured servitude in hierarchical institutions we use to try to reclaim "learning", given access to privileged spaces in the hopes we can reappropriate knowledge to serve our communities... just to be recuperated into capitalist wage slavery so we can take care of our familias.
our struggle is against the cooptation of our struggle by the white apologist middle class agenda and the pacifying narrative of 'progress' or religious inevitability. we will not apologize for our repression and say thank you for listening to our pleas. our struggle is not just against the many transgressions and microaggressions that society and the privileged are entitled to treat us to- but against what we are told to do about it.
revolt is a beautiful word.
anti apologism and fighting microaggressions
If you don't care about safe(r) spaces. if you dismiss concerns because they don't apply to you. if you apologize for oppressive behavior or manage the narrative. if you think bullying, microaggressions or harassment in organizing are just 'interpersonal' or are separate from 'real work' that we do. if you invalidate concerns because of emotion. if you justify lack of action about concerns/situations because of what we can 'afford' to talk about or what is 'appropriate' for political action.... YOU MIGHT BE AN APOLOGIST.
Instead, we CAN act autonomously and not in the interests of organizational hegemony- where those with the most social capital, or credibility, use their organizational capacity and networks (including white allies) to keep themselves immune from accountability, and therefore permitted and entitled to behave inappropriately towards people continuously in emotionally and physically abusive ways. oftentimes toe-ing a line of almost waiting for it to get worse, not fully understanding how it feels for people already because it has not yet affected them.
this becomes especially disempowering when it is used politically in organizing spaces, and the space becomes less and less accessible or 'safe(r)' for people who might otherwise contribute in an anti heterosexist/anti-racist/anti-able-ist way. for queer people of color, who are written off as young and angsty, and these perceptions always preclude any interaction with them.
But a space is not safe(r) if you cannot talk about oppressive dynamics without having them apologized for. If one cannot speak out against oppression without having it managed away, then the space has lost it's revolutionary potential and has fallen to apologism, which is in fact more countterrevolutionary than any long or arduous conversation about community action to prevent dominating and entitled manbehavior.
ANTI APOLOGISM. anti-racist, anti-ableist, anti-heterosexist and anti-state are not just words or slogans, they are practices and require prefigurative consideration. We can't talk (literally without being interrupted or labeled down) about ending oppression if we are not anti apologist within our own spaces!
Don't apologize for inappropriate behavior or make excuses for it- if you do you are pushing away those marginalized by that behavior. you are enabling the behavior of the aggressor. you are creating a culture of 'handling it' where others are forced to cope with both the oppressive behavior itself, and you're added support for that behavior. instead of solidarity and community action.
Safe spaces don't EXIST! we all have internalized this oppressive system and are capable of perpetuating it. however we can strive to make spaces safe(r) - which is what we do by trying to hold temporary autonomous zones, or when we talk about decolonization, or fighting the police- by allowing marginalized groups space to speak WITHOUT silencing them or apologizing against their concerns or resorting to insults and bullying. or without other people having the informal authority to determine or qualify what is or is not a 'valid' and therefore addressable concern.
Do you know what the result is? Only particular concerns are heard, or addressed without being written off, based on the amount of power wielded in the room. This is not what a culture of opposition should be about.
Intersectional organizing and revolt or gtfo. i will not organize against the police and this oppressive capitalist and hierarchical system without organizing against misogyny and institutionalized violence/ rape culture/ apologism /patriarchy even internalized misogyny (that seeks to own womyn and children) and the common society status quo that lets microaggressions persist unchecked. how can we in good faith invite people to our organizing spaces when particular people with enough social capital are permitted and protected (through apologism and politicking) to treat people however they please? the more apologism happens the more we must SPEAK OUT.
I will not in good faith invite people to our organizing spaces without working on an alternative more prefigurative direct and transparent method of intervening in harassment and blocing against microaggressive behavior.
I'm asking my brothers and sisters and queersters and comrades to speak out against ageist bullying and shit in organizing spaces. I know it feels like you will be attacked. Let's band together and fight for our right to be queer in spaces, to dance in spaces, to speak out in spaces against dynamics that make us uncomfortable! Let's disempower machismo/a! I will fight to liberate spaces from apologism with you!
i guess this is why i even have a blog...
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We do not learn Consent
Who am I?
Am I my vagina, am I my uterus?
Am I my body?
We live in a propertied, owned world.
We do not learn consent.
We learn to own. We learn to buy. We learn to sell.
My vagina is//will be the property of some man.
Some man out there is supposed to one day marry my vagina,
feed my vagina,
clothe my vagina,
own my vagina.
Why?
Because we exist in binaries,
stuck between two boxes:
man or woman,
penis or vagina.
I am one or the Other,
and I must play accordingly.
Shit…. I will never consent to your rules.
The uterus is the flower of capitalism,
it is the reproductive organ of the next slave class.
The uterus thus must belong to the man.
For it must be the patriarch who controls the manifestation
of the next generation.
He sees us just the sum of our parts,
we are the uterus, we are the vagina.
We are nothing more.
We are mere commodities
We do not learn consent,
vaginas are always open, ready to be touched,
to be caressed, to be fondled.
NO!
we howl from the sheets, to the streets, from sheds to beds.
NO!
We are submerged in the patriarchal ego.
For the patriarch is always right.
How hard is it to think that I for once am valid?
But, no I am a vagina.
Vaginas will never be valid.
Vaginas are commodities to penetrate.
Lips forced wide, muscles quivering.
we do not learn consent.
Our inhumanity explodes
in depths of pulsating tissue.
Inhumanity that drives sixteen year old boys
to rape
sixteen year old girls
in open view, or dark corners
Rape happens, all the time.
You do not learn consent.
You learn to own. You learn to rape.
It’s okay to joke about rape, “oh it’s what she was wearing”
women are always asking to be raped
it’s like I am moaning, please, oh please force your penis into me.
…
I’m not.
We do not learn consent,
we learn to own.
We do not communicate, we think disjoined thoughts
of domination
You think it’s okay to force a vagina, it’s just a product,
A product for sale, to be taken, to be used, to be thrown away
We live in a culture of rape
Our vaginas and uteri owned by men.
I’m not gonna stand for that shit
Are you?
We gotta liberate ourselves
Tell ‘em all: Our vaginas are NOT for sale.
We are not for sale.
We reject their systems, we resist their ideas, we refuse to comply.
Let’s get together, let’s communicate, let’s build a culture of consent.
Let’s burn this motherfucker down.
It is my vagina. My vagina. MY fucking vagina.
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my vagina is an anarchist // mi vagina es una anarquista
My vag don’t take no orders, from you or the capitalist state.
my vag is my autonomous me My vag needs no laws to function,
she certainly don’t need no state-sponsored rape - really politicians, are you so insecure?
You want to send an ultrasound probe up my walls? Are you that afraid of the life-giving power I hold over you?
I don’t need no state to tell me how to be a cunt. Better yet, I don’t need no state at all
Oh yeah and Rush, please, shut the fuck up and don’t call me a slut because I’ll stand up for my rights
My vag is mine to give, and mine to covet. Don’t touch me there, unless I tell you it’s ok.
Really though, when I say hands off I mean it, it’s no joke; don’t linger with your fingers. My vag is not a toasty apple pie.
You’re not my friend, certainly not my comrade if you’re just chasing tail.
I can see right through your game. Your game is vertical, my vag is horizontal;
it will never work.
My vag is anti-capitalist cos it is the profiteering laws of the white men that scar the insides of its pink pulsating walls.
My vag is anti-imperialist, she detests colonization of her space. Oh brilliant empire, how many penises have you inspired to thrust inside of me?
It’s been too many that’s for sure; you’ve raped and pillaged all the land for gold and God
Fake fucking idols; sheep’s wool for the systems of oppression we’ve all created.
Oppression it presses up against me, I can feel it, I can feel that bulge, right up against my crotch
It wants to eat me from the inside out, I scream no, your tongue can’t trespass on my clit
She feels oh so good to touch, don’t tell me I can’t finger my clit in the middle of the street.
Who’s streets? OUR streets - and that includes my quivering ecstasy. How many orgasms will it take to stop an intersection?
My vag is occupied, swelled with love and tents. Don’t dare put a fascist fence in her eager lips.
My vag is ready to revolt, is ready to uprise ya basta! ENOUGH!
Gotta squeeze the capitalists dry with my thighs and eat them up like air.
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Mi vagina es una Anarquista Mi vagina no toma ninguna orden De ti o el estado capitalista My vagina es autónoma Mi vagina no necesita leyes para funcionar Ciertamente no necesita ningun tipo de violación patrocinada por el estado Políticos, en serio? están realmente tan inseguro?! Quieren enviar una sonda de ultrasonido en mis paredes? Tanto temen al poder que tengo de dar vida? No necesito que l’estado me diga que coños hacer de mi coño Mejor aún, no necesito ningún esta Voy a defender mis derechos Mi vagina es mía a dar, y mía a codiciar No la manosies sin mi permiso Pero cuando digo basta, es en serio Y no estoy bromeando, que no me toque ningún dedo Como mi concha no hay dos No eres mi amigo, mucho menos mi compatriota Si sólo andas de rabo caliente Veo lo que tratas de hacer Tu juego es vertical, mi vagina es horizontal; Nunca funcionara Mi vagina es anti-capitalista porque son las leyes del hombre blanco que se aprovechan y que causan cicatrices dentro de sus bellas paredes rosadas, y pulsantes. Mi vagina es anti-imperialista, detesta la colonización de su espacio. Imperio brillante, ilumíname y dime a cuantos pénes has inspirado a que me penetren? Demasiados seguro; Violaste y saqueaste toda la tierra por el oro y dios. Pinches dioses falsos; Lana de oveja para los systemas oprimistas que hemos creado.
La opresión, recargándose contra mi, siento ese bulto, en mi entrepierna Me quiere devorar por dentro hácia fuera,
Y grito “no!! tu lengua no puede traspasar mi clitoris!!”
Y si supieras lo rico que se siente No me digas que no puedo tocar mi clitoris en medio de las calles. Las calles de quién? De TODOS!- y eso incluye mi Éxtasis que tiembla. Cuantos orgazmos me tomara para detener una intersección de traffico? Mi vagina esta ocupada, inchada de amor y tiendas. Que no se te ocurra ponerle una cerca fascista en sus anciosos labios. My vagina esta lista para revelarse y levantarse ya basta! ENOUGH! Nesecito apretar los capitalistas con mis Muslos y desintegrarlos!
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Given that colonisation is one of the most concentrated forms of power in history, incorporating extreme modes of domination, dispossession and racial hierarchy, the categorical imperative of resisting it or acting in solidarity with those doing so should require no justification to any anarchist. Yet anarchists in the global North often feel conflicted by the sense that opposing colonialism requires supporting national liberation struggles. This in turn implies compromising their own principles to allow for a provisional alignment with nationalism, with all its distasteful corollaries of statism, chauvinism, and patriarchy. This is precisely why an anarchist approach to anti-colonialism is needed: to sketch out a more comprehensive emancipatory alternative to the limited national view of liberation.
Maia Ramnath, Decolonising Anarchism (via bivalves)
religion oftentimes serves as the moralistic or ethical government of social life, with patriarchy being it's enforcer.
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WOMEN’S LIB RALLY 1982
Source: autostraddle.com
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War on bros War on society
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If silence fell.
I’ve never really thought about a silent world. That’s not true. Tonight I was driving around in the dark listening to music and the 10 o’clock whistle blew and I figured curfew was about up…silent world. Do you remember reading a short piece of prose, it was circulating the internet a while back, something (whimsical) about it becoming law that all people could only speak 139 words per day or some sum like that, “to appease the introverts”. People resorted to sign language and wrote as much as possible to get by. And the protagonist in that piece saved all his words to talk on the phone to his girlfriend that night, but when he called she had used up all of hers so he used the remainder of his to say “I love you” over and over, and then they sat there for hours to listen to each other breathe. A silent world. Curfew. The idea is probably to get kids off the streets at a “godly hour”. Go home, do your homework, do the dishes, read a book, go to sleep. Right? Don’t talk back. Don’t talk. Just listen. Listen and do as you’re told. It is always the goal of the older generation to break young people down, bend them to their will, break them and keep them quiet. Shut up and do as I say, just wait till your father gets home. Go to your room and think about what you did. Stay there till you can act like a normal human being. You see? It starts small. It starts right away. Is it wrong? Would it be wrong, if silence fell? Silence doesn’t fall…it is pushed.
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if you really want to be edgy, try standing up against oppression. nothing pisses off people as quickly and easily as that.
When other people are condescended at I almost always become really uncomfortable in any space. Usually because I will say something, which then makes you the target, or try to dig a hole in the ground to escape. Or find a corner. Or stretch and lay on the ground. All the things except for doing what I want which is to cry and/or vomit. Really attractive, I know.
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