okay but let’s say “women can be sexist!” okay fine sure. so a woman is sexist, she says, “i hate men,” you say, “fuck off lady,” go home kinda hurt that she’s mean. the next day you will interact with plenty of women who aren’t sexist. that one woman becomes a story you tell your buddies and everyone laughs. your life doesn’t change.
this is the reverse of how women live. at every interaction, our bodies are ready to flinch. when a man says, “i hate women,” most of us don’t say, “fuck off,” we feel our hearts beat faster and our hands tremble. we go home panicked. happy to be in one piece. happy we made it out of there. we don’t talk about you. you are not the first person to disrespect us, and you won’t be the last. you are the scar every single one of us carries. the next day, all but a few of the men we talk to will carry your face: our boss who constantly checks out his secretary, the man in the cubicle next to us who is always making sex jokes and saying, “what’s wrong sweetie?” when we ask for help, the man down the hall who likes to put cups on his chest and sing out “oh no i broke a nail!” and toss his hair and show that female is stupid and clumsy and everyone always laughs but the air in our lungs is so tight we can’t swallow it.
let’s say some women are sexist. she yelled at you for holding the door open. she told you men are babies. she made a post on the internet saying “even if some of us might be, we are nowhere near as dangerous to you as you are to us”. she is one out of sixteen hundred.
let’s say some men really are nice guys. he doesn’t get angry if you snap at small things. he doesn’t call you hysterical if you start crying. he is constantly unlearning everything sexist that has been taught to him. he knows that a post which hurts his feelings won’t ever equate to someone following him home. he is one out of sixteen hundred.
men say, “i’m not a sexist, i married a woman.” men say, “i’m just playing devil’s advocate.” men say, “you don’t get how bad rejection is.” men say, “i’m not one of them, i’m a nice guy and if you let me fuck you, you’d know it.”
women say, “i hate men.”
men say, “its not my fault the system is like this. and besides, we have problems too.”
women say, “please, i just want to walk down the street without being worried what you will do”
men say, “if you want equal, can i punch you?”
—I’m sorry if you were ever hurt by something someone angry said. It doesn’t mean you have any idea what it’s like to live like this. You cannot equate a rotten apple in a bushel to a swarm of wasps, one of which might be a pacifist. // r.i.d (via inkskinned)
Anonymous asks:If white people are on stolen land, what's the solution? To give it back and leave? Except most were born here and it's their home. What's the solution then?
I think it’s pretty silly to think that us Blackfellas expect all Whitefellas to pack up and leave… We get there’s people living here with homes and families, and for the most part they are well meaning people. Don’t get your knickers in a twist. What do we want? We want our sovereignty to be recognized. We want treaties, the right to practice our cultures, speak our languages and live on our lands as First Nations peoples on our terms.
I think the thing about surrounding yourself with positive and successful people to make yourself positive and successful is either wrong or requires a certain predisposition to not feeling like shit everyday because so far all it has done is made me feel like shit every day
