If you are a religious person who would like to get married and doesn’t take to sex before marriage: please do not come to me and ask my views on “pre-marital sex”, fully knowing how I feel about it, because I will blow your mind like the orgasm you’re waiting 25 years to get.
“People who are proposing and passing these bans are claiming that they want to do the right thing by the poor oppressed Muslim women. These bans and proposed bans are not about their purported claims of saving Muslim women. First, it’s very insulting to bustle in and “save” a group of people without their input, also kind of not possible. It denies the people you are “saving” any agency or thought or personhood, really. Which, second, goes to show that it’s not so much about saving Muslim women as disappearing signs of Elsewhere that make people who are used to having their culture dominate uncomfortable. Thirdly, what effects do these lawmakers think the bans are going to have? There are going to be women who go out in public wearing their own gear in spite of the ban, because they’re not going to let it stop them, because they feel a religious/social/cultural obligation to, because it’s their own business. And they are going to get punished for that. There are going to be women who will not go out in public because they don’t feel comfortable going out in clothing they find immodest or inappropriate. On what planet is that a service to women?”—On Muslim women having agency
CHOI: And we all do not think that when we join the military we’re just going to kill people of color. I certainly did not think that as a person of color. And as my mom is an orphan of the war, she certainly told me that your job in the military is not to create havoc, but it is to…
i’ve found it interesting for years that the youth who consider themselves ‘revolutionaries’ and ‘different’ flock to Converse as that symbol.. yes, during our parent’s generation, Converse had that kick-ass style that not only athletes, but the ‘cool, alternative kids’ were driven to - it was classic, unusual, and a breakthrough in style.
however, it is important to realize that in 2001, Converse filed for bankruptcy and was promptly bought by Nike in 2003.
nearly 800,000 individuals work for Nike, mostly over in Asia. Nike closed its last American factory in 1984.
because of the incoherency of laws in other countries, and Nike’s uncanny ability to manipulate these laws, Nike not only uses sweatshops, but child labor as well.
1.) Nike workers in Vietnam earned on average 20 cents per hour 2.) 15 women workers were hit on the head by their supervisor 3.) 45 women were made to kneel on the ground for 25 minutes with their hands in the air 4.) and a Korean supervisor fled the country after accusations that he sexually molested female workers.
Workers at Vietnam Nike shoe manufacturing plants make $.20 an hour or $1.60 per day. The average cost of three meals is $2 a day, meaning that most people skip meals throughout the day. During the first three months of employment, all workers receive $37 per month, which is below the minimum wage of $45 per month in Vietnam. Nike claims that the workers are paid a lower wage because the law in Vietnam allows for a training wage less than the minimum wage. Just two percent of Nike’s 630 million dollar operating budget could raise the salary of all 25,000 Vietnamese workers from a meager $1.60 a day to a livable wage of $3 a day.
There are many inhumane working conditions that these workers have to deal with while working. For example, workers are not allowed to go to the bathroom more than once per eight hour shift, and they can’t drink water more than twice per shift. It is also very common for workers to faint from exhaustion, heat, fumes, and poor nutrition while they are working. (Source: http://ihscslnews.org/view_article.php?id=32)
the above article was from 2005, but here are a few more recent excerpts in the news to keep an eye on. there was a hearing in 2010 regarding Honduran conditions:
Cano told the Workers’ Rights Board that the Nike code of conduct was posted all over the factory walls in Spanish and English. Cano testified that her factory made 60 to 100 percent Nike apparel, while Urquía said Vision Tex made about 80 percent Nike apparel. Both plants received yearly inspections from Nike auditors. Nike’s code of conduct binds its contractors to pay wages and benefits as required by local law. Cano told a reporter that she made about $40 a week, and that high production quotas led to lots of unpaid overtime work. (Source: http://www.organicconsumers.org/articles/article_20739.cfm)
“Isn’t it interesting that over here in the United States, a pair of Nike costs about $100, when the people who made these shoes only receive about $3.00 for each pair of shoes they make?” - http://library.thinkquest.org/trio/TTQ02189/nike.htm
the campaign “Boycott Nike” has been going strong. check it out here: http://www.viet.net/~nike/
further, Nike does not just produce shoes. they also produce sports apparel among other things, as most of us know, and here’s an excerpt from a great article that everyone should read:
Recently if you go to a shop to buy your child a new soccer ball. There is a good possibility that the ball has been made by someone your child’s age or even younger. About half of the world’s soccer ball are made in Pakistan, and each one of them passes through a process of production where child labor is involved. This problem not only pertains to Pakistan but is worldwide. More than 200 children, some as young as 4 and 5 years of age, are involved in the production line. Majority of these children work in Asia, e.g in the nations of India, Pakistan, Bangladesh and Indonesia.
buying shoes from Nike also reinforces whatever other practices they are doing. buying shoes from Nike supplies them with the ability to continue these awful conditions. somehow, their revenue keeps increasing each year; therefore, they are not going to change what they are doing. it is only when a company starts suffering that they start listening to the people’s demands.
and as educated, privileged citizens of our respective countries, it is absolutely important to consider where you are buying from and what that means.
to tie this back in, i have no idea how one can think that Converse are still ‘badass’. continuing along blindly without any concern for the source of the product you are wearing is what creates the apathy that is destroying this world. however, you are now educated! many, many people are unaware that Nike owns Converse (partly because Nike has gone out of its way to completely omit their swoosh from the product, maybe because they knew people would find out.)
in honesty, i have owned a pair Converse in my past, before i was made aware that they are now produced by Nike. if you currently do own Converse, keep wearing em until they get those awesome holes in them, don’t just throw them out because they were made by Nike - you’ve already purchased them, so get the most use out of them. but please, please reconsider buying another pair of Converse.
if you really want to be alternative, break away from the crowd, have some sort of ‘badass’ ‘revolutionary’ stance, check out these different shoes that help benefit this world:
the one qualm I have about the above linked shoe retailers is how frakking expensive those shoes are. I literally can’t afford them. Of course I wanna help a cause, but i’d rather donate that whole sum of money (99$ for a canvas shoe?) to an organization in need of it than be “alternative/badass/revolutionary” through my shoes. :/
Last night I talked with Lacey about the cons of being hyper aware, this is what we came up with:
The inability to tap out:
Once you’ve realized all of the bad in the world and the huge oppressive floating head restricting certain areas in your life, you get really angry. And then all you want to do is figure out ways to fix it. Being plugged in is a really dangerous thing, mentally and physically stressful too.
The inability to have fun:
Aside from having a good time coming up with ways to handle injustice, you can’t really have mindless fun anymore. I feel like this probably universal among those of us that identify with being an activist: there’s always something to call out, whether you’re listening to music or watching tv or hanging out with friends. It’s become harder for me to have fun, because I’m always paying attention.
The friends who aren’t plugged in sometimes can’t handle folks who are. I’ve lost a few friends because doing everything else has consumed so much of my time, and when I turn around to hang out with them I’m not deliberately looking for a fight but I call them out on ridiculous stuff they say or do.
Beating yourself up:
Wherever you are, there’s always room to grow and learn. So with that, the subtitle is pretty self explanatory.
What’s a con for you?
Losing faith in people for things that wouldn’t have mattered as much before.
if you’ve been following me for the past year, you know that I “came out” to my peers/friends/cousins+sister about a year ago. I can’t remember the exact date, because it was a process that started around october when I really starting falling for a female friend of mine. I had been aware of my blurry orientation since around the age of 12, however I feared it. I am 21 going on 22 now, but it has never been something that sat well in me. You would know also that I come from a very strict roman catholic upbringing wherein homosexuality is a severe abnormal choice that you will suffer and go to hell for, in my house. You will also know that upon coming out to my mother this past summer, that hell I was to suffer from did break lose. Because of today’s purple day, i’m taking the time to talk about what’s gone on between hellish months of summer and now.
So, every day after coming out was screaming, threatening, tears, and hateful language from -both- parties, i to my mother, my mother to me. After about two months, we silenced ourselves and basically did not speak about gay issues again. I had basically given up on trying to make her understand that this is as much a choice as falling in love is or eating when you’re hungry is, and that while yes, you can choose to pretend you are not in love, you can choose to ignore your hunger, it will not stop you from being that way, nor will it stop you from desiring it, feeling empty without it, feeling joyous because of it, feeling good or bad depending on how you deal with it, etc. However for her, it comes down to God vs. Me. and to a converted catholic-christian, god is definitely supreme to all beings including herself and it is for god that she will make any sacrifice necessary. (I know there are so many problems with this, starting with how she would know what ‘true god’ really wants, or whether it even exists, but i’m not getting into it right now.) So we both shut down the violent dialogue about the topic, and soon after things went kind of back to normal, in the sense that there was some peace and comraderie again.
Then when school started, I started my 20-hour work week (in addition to full time classes) and that has led me to meeting a lot more people than my previous 3 years in uni, and a chunk of these people are queer. I think i’m on the radar as a queer poc who frequently works at two places, so to me, my queer horizons have been expanded, and the disparity of being alone in the summer and alone in terms of the fact that I have no queer friends, was disappearing fast and I was becoming my original happy, bubbly self. No more brooding and destructive qualities. As you know, I was even able to go on a date, although awkward, it was something that I would have definitely flaked out of a few months ago.
Then the 6 suicides happened, and one comment was made that “if you can’t take the punishment, you shouldn’t be gay” in my household.
So since then, the feeling fighting alone, being immoral, being sick, being evil, has been seeping into my head again, this time causing isolation and drug/alcohol usage rather than screaming matches.
Today has fought off some of the shitty feelings. Today I was able to see how many people, however few, exist in support of the fight against homophobia, and it was uplifting. So, to those who think wearing purple cannot make a difference, well, it can, and you will never know how unless you take the time to understand. A person on the bus to the station actually broke into conversation with me about it, and guess what, she was in the suburb I live where I believe i’m probably 25-50% of the homosexual population here. It was really great. I felt for the first real time, that I wasn’t wrong, that someone else was. And this was after going to get help, and talking so much about my issues, and thinking I had gotten over the effects of homophobia in my life.
It is a journey, and everyone that can walk with me, with us, is someone who counts. I just wanted to take the time to talk about it. I know i’ve been totally lacking in tumblr, but I needed to say, never stop showing your support, even if you are ‘just’ an ally, you are someone who could really be the saving grace of another, someone who can stop me from lighting up or sipping down, or you could be the person that saves those 6 from tomorrow’s breaking point. Never EVER stop showing your support. There is never too much you can do, but every little bit can help.
note: I would also like to say nothing is black and white. ever. including my relationship with my mother. I love her very, very much, and it is she who cuts my hair every two weeks, giving me the very queer shaved head look. She loves me and she makes it apparent, but she also loves her god, and is as torn between existence and coexistence as I am. I am saying this because I think there happens to be a lot of outsider-religion-hate in the queer community, and while I totally, completely understand it, I do not support it and I do not think being biased in any circumstance for any reason is ever good. I myself struggle with all of the lines i’m not supposed to or supposed to cross but I am forever in a grey area, and I ask that people understand how complex we as human beings are, in general. Haha, should I say thank you, as if this a speech? I feel like it, so,
So I’ve been seeing a lot of, “I wore purple today to stand in solidarity with lgbtq students!!” and a lot of, “wearing purple today ended homophobia, forever.”
I’ve said this before, but I’ll say it again. Obviously, today was not one of those “let’s mobilize a million people to the D.C mall to demand change” Because, like a lot of people have said, how is wearing purple going to bring about change? How is wearing purple going to stop heterosexism? How is wearing purple going to stop bullying? Wearing purple isn’t going to stop any of those things. That wasn’t the point of today. The person that verbalized this event probably didn’t think, “after purple Wednesday the youth subjected to biased bullying won’t have to go through that anymore. After purple Wednesday life is going to be in full swing utopia.” I don’t think that’s how it happened. The very first event invite I got stated, “wear purple on oct 20 to bring awareness to the recent LGBTQ youth suicides.” And I think the message still stands that it is the preliminary action to greater actions. Those of us that have been involved before this day are probably really hesitant about this method of influencing communities and school climates, I understand. But, I think at times the most proactive ones of us need to pause for a second and let others know that they can reach out to us. I viewed this ‘wear purple day’ thing as a chance to come out to my peers and let them know that I’m willing to put my ass on the line to help them feel safer or at least help them take the initiative to feel safer. So all of this mockery of this day of action is unnecessary. A lot of folks have been interpreting it in the wrong manner. No one said that bullying will stop forever just because we choose to wear purple. So all of this is just shit pulled out of the ass because some of us don’t want to recognize that it does help. Unity in a school environment can be seen as very affirming, and that’s what a lot of kids need. If you’ve got enough pride in yourself, in your work, and in your progressive and proactive ways, I’m sure you’ve got enough pride to do something that doesn’t involve petitions, defamation of politicians, riots, protests, rallies, screaming, etc. I feel like a lot of folks in the queer radical pool tend to feel shame when they partake in “petty” events like this; whether it’s because it’s not their turf or some other people shame them into shaming the day of action. It’s not okay to negate efforts of activism, because this is activism. Last time I checked, activism also included raising awareness and fostering a forum for discussion.
If we applied the same principle of “purple day will do nothing” to months such as Domestic Violence Awareness Month (this month), or Black History Month, or Hispanic/Latin@ History Month, or LGBT Month, or whatever the case, we’d be screwing ourselves over. Admit it now, some people are going to need a confirmation that a community exists, and if it’s not publicized as something worth paying attention to, our efforts won’t be noticed.
“When you start to know someone, all their physical characteristics start to disappear. You begin to dwell in their energy, recognize the scent of their skin. You see only the essence of the person, not the shell. That’s why you can’t fall in love with beauty. You can lust after it, be infatuated by it, want to own it. You can love it with your eyes and your body but not your heart. And that’s why, when you really connect with a person’s inner self, any physical imperfections disappear, become irrelevant.”—Lisa Unger, Beautiful Lies (via kari-shma) (via quote-book) (via sagemoon) (via evolving1) (via greyakbar)
how ironic is it that my mom sister and I were chosen to take up this week’s “gifts” at chuuuurch
and when the priest whispered “i’ll bless your family” I cracked out a laugh -_____-
ironic because I was/still am buzzed by my prior days of debauchery -_____- and because the girl handing you the body and blood of life has sacrilegious veins pumping sacrilegious vibes through her own body and blood of life
and ironic because if you only knew, what was happening 39 hours before I smiled to try (still) to win your approval, you’d have outsed me quicker than jesus and those marketplace sellers.
ah well. life goes on.
so, to my nommy nom queer and non queer but friendly romantically inclined tumblr friends…you’ll be happy to know i’ve been doing well at school, got paid half for the book I was *supposed* to finish (it got canceled due to publisher’s time constraints….whatever! free time for me) and my 22 hours a week is paying for my tuition, i’m basically running the show now. AND….I went on a date :) yep, yup.
I vote we celebrate, except my throat is so fucking sore and I think i’m still a bit high. And I think that’s the last time I smoke that many lil cigs in a night. And….tequila, it still has proven to have little effect on my cerebellum. Can’t say the same for girls, doj, sleepless nights or other spirits. ;)
I finished locas volume one, which is why i’m typing this….free time! and it’s thanksgiving weekend (pfft…) so i’m waiting for my beloved cousin to get here. wazaaaah.
waaaaaaaaah. I will start posting lots of things once school and work let up, till then it’ll mostly be stuff like this. thanks for stickin around, feel free to message me peeps!
EDIT here is a picture of my current self, RIGHT NOW THIS VERY MINUTE, for yoooou!
As a gay and lesbian movement, we are portrayed as depoliticized, harmless homosexuals who want the American dream of a fucking white picket fence and a white baby (maybe an exotic one) nestled between our gay (monogamous) love for one another. We are seen exiting a church throwing rice and flowers in the air, laughing and having a jolly good time basking in our newfound privilege.
As a gay and lesbian movement, we are seen as wanting to die for the country that has so violently murdered our brothers and sisters. We are seen begging (straight) people to allow us to serve them in the military, seen sucking their cocks at the chance to be part of the imperialist machine that has fucked every non-“first” world country there is. We are seen as people who want tolerance and acceptance by our fellow straights, we want to live next to them in our big fucking houses with our big fucking backyards aiming the same fucking gun at the same person of color because a big government and corporation say to do so.
What does the demand for tolerance even imply? The gay and lesbian movement is implicitly saying that straight people are superior to gays because they have the right to judge our lifestyles and our bodies—we want to be just like them because they represent everything that is happy, wonderful, and fucking fantastic.
We don’t want tolerance, acceptance, and acknowledgement from straight people. We want real, systemic change because we, as queers, understand that the systemic crises of normativity, capitalism, and imperialism are linked to all forms of oppression. Sexism, racism, classism, able-ism, ageism, nationalism, homophobia—these are all interlinked and intertwined with each other because of our racist and classist education system, unequal access to jobs, recruitment of poor people of color in to the military, religious fundamentalism as a profit motive, corporate tyranny, the napoleon complex (police brutality), violence, threats of violence, and most of all, straight white males dominating the world economy through exploitation, lies, deceit, and an iron fist.
Don’t believe me? Ever been to a low-income neighborhood? Is it just a coincidence that the demographic is dominantly people of color? Are they lazy? Can you work 3 jobs and over 80 hours a week at minimum wage to feed a family of 4 and be lazy? Have you wondered why a majority of the top 100 richest people in the world are white males? Are all white males just hard working people, miles ahead of the rest? Have you wondered why a CEO makes a $4,000,000,000 bonus even when they fire 30% of their company and their stocks fail? Ever wonder why our prisons are filled with people of color who are then used for slave labor for companies like Dell computers? Ever wonder why women are raped and then blamed for their own raping because they were “promiscuous” or “asking for it”?
Of course the gay and lesbian movement doesn’t. We just want acceptance. Tolerance. We just want straight people to like us so we can ignore the issues facing people below us on the social totem pole, even if it is within our own community (the sexually deviant). We just want to get married, serve in the military, and have a (white) family.
The gay and lesbian movement is run by the rich, white, gay (and sometimes lesbian) community who are ignorant (and insensitive) to issues facing the majority of the marginalized communities, especially their own. Or maybe they’re just selfish, greedy assholes who don’t really care about the entire community but a tiny, elitist sliver of it. A queer teenager is four times likelier to commit suicide. In New York, 20-40% of homeless youth are LGBT identified who were kicked out of their homes after coming out (that’s over 150,000 high school kids and younger in New York alone). Lack of healthcare makes transitioning almost impossible for lower-income transgender individuals (it’s still legal to discriminate against transgender or gender variant people in the workplace, how are you supposed to obtain a high income job?). Oh but the gay and lesbian movement doesn’t fucking care, they just want a property tax cut so they can make even more absurd amounts of money for themselves and gain some sort of façade of legitimacy in the court of law. They want to see their loved ones in the hospital when thousands of queers and people of color are dying because of lack of health care and basic resources needed to survive. They want to increase hate crime legislation to lock up more people of color in to the prison industrial complex to increase their property values and “clean up the streets.” And we are all standing by, cheering these people on and celebrating victories of prop 8 and DADT at the expense of people of color, youth, working class people, sex workers, and transgender people (which HRC decides to blatantly exclude from most of their politics)?! What the fuck?
The gay and lesbian movement are the same people who are running the mainstream magazines, the ones who have sold your identity off to big corporations to exploit you in to a niche (profitable) market (oh the gays love their designer bags oh and loafers are so chic now, all the gays wear them), the ones who make you feel ashamed about your gender non-conformity by blasting you with images of what a male and female body should look like, the same people who make you feel uncomfortable and insecure in “queer-friendly” spaces because they are racist, classist, or non body-positive.
Queers are beautiful because they don’t need validation, they don’t need straight people cheering them on from the sidelines as you run towards normativity. Queers define themselves in the margins because they are strong, they understand that anti-normativity is an internal insurrection. Queers unite with people of color, working class people, sex workers, and others in the margins because they understand the collective struggle against a system that values the few and fucks the rest. Queers understand that the right to marry and the right to serve openly in the military are inherently racist, classist, and able-ist issues that have little importance to the overall struggle towards a more fair and just world.
What happened to our community? Have we forgotten our radical history? Have we forgotten about the leather community, the radical fairy community, Stonewall, the Marxists, anarchists, social justice movements, the Black Panthers, and the AIDS epidemic? Have we really sold out that easily?
I write this as a call to action, a call to destabilize the notion that the gays want to assimilate in to heterosexual culture. That gays are no longer political. That gays want to fly their rainbow flags next to their American flags.
So? Fuck you HRC, Courage Campaign, and the liberal gay agenda that they serve. Fuck your ignorance, your elitism, and your exploitation of the system that fucks everyone who is not rich, white, and gay.
Our queer history and our queer sex is one in the same: radical, messy, sexy, beautiful, and dangerous—we were built to fuck, and fuck we will.