When I was 10 years old, I asked
my mama while she was making potato salad:
“Mama, what’s a homosexual?” She said:
“It’s a man who likes men.”
“What’s a lesbian?”
“It’s a woman who likes women.”
“What makes them like that?”
“I don’t know, son. Nobody knows.
It’s a freak of nature.”When I was 14, I heard
her say to my stepfather:
“We can’t go nowhere
without you winkin’ and blinkin’
and makin’ advances at other men. I see you.
I’ll never trust you as long as you got
a hole in your ass.”When I was 17, I sat
with my mother on our front porch
as she shriveled from cancer.
We watched the stars, felt the breeze
Tonight, I would tell her,
tell her that I was like the men
she told me about,
that I was like my stepfather…
Ants gathered the words at my feet.
I felt them rise through my toes, my ankles,
and my legs. They were creeping through me,
at my waist, in my stomach, my chest.
My throat got thick, my tongue heavy.
I needed to tell her what she already knew.
I began,But I couldn’t….
— Steve Langley, in Here to Dare: 10 Gay Black Poets (1992), ed. Assotto Saint.
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People always gloss over how mentally damaging it can be to work in retail. I fucking hate that whenever I say “I could never work in retail again” someone has to reply “You snowflake millennials can’t take a starter job because you have to INTERACT with other people” No. Fuck you. I’ve worked as a planetarium host. I’ve worked as a public speaker. I’ve worked as a tutor and as a student teacher. I can work with people. I can work with crowds. Retail was fucking different. Retail was being treated as a subhuman. Retail was being treated so poorly that you have anxiety attacks before work. Having to work retail was a factor in my last suicide attempt. If I hear you say one fucking word about retail workers playing the victim I will personally break every bone in your body. Fuck You.
Please respect retail workers, and if you abuse them work in retail for a week and see how you like it.
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zenyatta bout to hit em with the discourse orb
Assuming there is no afterlife, you will never know that you are dead
The first humans to feel boredom had such a strong desire to avoid it that they were inspired to begin doing things that have never been done before. Boredom is fuel for human progress.
Clue is a murder mystery game where against all known logic, even the murderer does not know they did it until the end
Dating is like looking for a parking spot: it often looks like all the good ones are taken, especially around the holidays, but you only need to be successful once.
‘Where no one will hear you scream’ is a less terrifying place than ‘Where they will hear you scream, but no one will care’
Every cockroach you see & kill is strengthening the sneaky cockroach gene pool.
WW1 was the open beta for WW2.
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