when I stood up to speak at the “restoring community” rally this afternoon was this:
I’m tired of speaker after speaker asking for dialogue and understanding between the two “sides” of striking students and non-striking students. What have we been doing for the past eight weeks? What were we…
one day this kid will grow larger..
grow larger than any of you bullies.
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“… Cause’ the thing is, you and all those cool kids you hang out with may not really mean anything by it when you talk about those fags, queers, dykes, and heh-heh-heh-that’s so gay- and heh-heh-heh you’re only worthy…
For me, femme is about healing
it is about the rituals of adornment that I use to calm my anxiety, and quell my tears after days where transphobia slips under my skin like stubborn splinters
it is about reaching across time, bridging the distance between the man I am and the girl I was.
it is about finding that girl in the recesses of my heart, holding him in my arms, and saying “it will be okay, we made it out alive.”
it is about finding a way to be a boy that doesn’t hurt.
it is about nurturing all the femme parts of myself that I suffocated, just so the boy part of myself might be visible to other people.
For me, femme is about resistance
it is about refusing to believe that there is a right way to be a man
it is about glitter armor and gestural fierceness coating my spirit so that I might just be strong enough to survive
it is about reclaiming and flaunting all of the parts of my femininity that have been used to say that the sexual assaults were my fault
For me, femme is about healing, resistance, survival.
Somedays, femme is all I have.
“For me, femme is about resistance”
“it is about refusing to believe that there is a right way to be a man”
“it is about reclaiming and flaunting all of the parts of my femininity that have been used to say that the sexual assaults were my fault”
For real. I mean, everything you said. but those things in particular. UNF.
