In the Lone Star State, Where the rainbow stripes of our flag have curled into a target, Where the colloquial “Howdy Partner” is never referring to MY significant other, Where “gay” is an insult - The LGBT community speaks in hushed tones, we know that making contact with downcast eyes was never easy; that love should never feel like a secret, but so often does. we know that closet doors can only hold for so long, but that blunt force trauma and homelessness stand on the other side.
Texas, Where employers and law enforcement can both Fire at Will, In 1988, a Texas judge was quoted saying, “I put prostitutes and gays at about the same level […] and I’d be hard put to give somebody life for killing a prostitute.”
Not much has changed.
Here in Texas, Where our consensual sex was once considered a felony act, and our corrective rape still isn’t. Where we can’t walk through shopping malls without wondering if this is the year we will make headlines as yet another tragedy; if our beatings will go viral.
Oh Texas, when will our laced fingers and love poems stop feeling like spectacles? When will we too be just two in a crowd?
“The eyes of Texas are upon you” is enough to strike fear in my heart and repel our hands polar opposite in public. I’ve never felt so much fear as the day we kissed on Main Street, my heart in my throat as I worried that an act of public affection would become an act of public affliction
But I love her. I do.
So I will keep trying to close my eyes, and pretend not to see the furrow-browed glances, pretend not to nightmare over the disapproving whispers. Pretend that the word “faggot” doesn’t burn like acid rain tears, that the word “dyke” is not engraved in my skin. I will act like my cheeks do not turn crimson in the face of your Southern Inhospitality, Texas, but I will not continue hiding. Will not pretend that the very air inside my lungs is not painted the deepest shade of beautiful by her touch, will never act as if the bed in which we sleep is not our own personal Eden, That I’ve never read a scripture so poignant as her name.
So protest me as Sinner; Scratch me out of your Book of Life, I’ll continue living mine. Unsanctimoniously dreaming of the day I can stand up and say, I love her. I do.
On June 3rd, 2014, the Serrano family was having difficulty with a young female family member who suffers from a mental illness and depression. Yanira Serrano-Garcia, 18, had apparently gone off of her medication and became agitated and hard to control.
“[Yanira] wanted to be normal. She wanted to stop taking her medication, and I get it. Sometimes when my feet hurt I just want to be normal. I don’t want to take pills. I get her…all we want is justice,” said a friend of Yanira’s during a community march.
“Sadly, they mistook her for something she didn’t do, and a cop decided to get his gun out when he could have gotten out his taser, his pepper spray,” she said.
“She has special needs and we just want answers,” said Yanira’s brother, Tiny Serrano. “Who are we supposed to call now when we need help when who is supposed to help us is killing our kids?”
I feel like I reblog this kind of stuff every single day… Same story, different names. And police always use the same fucking excuses because they’re trained in how to loophole the law.
girl with butter knife in public vs. trained police officer
This is so important. The mental illness community lives in fear of help due to situations like this. Who are we supposed to call?
cis people aren’t allowed to edit my papers anymore
"WHAAATT? I HAVE TO EXPLAIN MY WORK??? IN MY OWN PAPER??? WHAT THE FUUUCK??"
It’s not my job to educate you, teacher.
I’m betting one hundred bucks that this is a comment about a really badly written essay and not someone being actively transphobic.
well, you’re about to owe me one hundred bucks.
this is not the first time i mentioned privilege in the paper. or cisgender. this paper was written on my personal experiences with being trans, and the difficulties i’ve faced because of it, and the difficulties that cisgender people with otherwise comparable lives have not faced.
the terms privilege and cisgender had both been thoroughly elaborated on in this paper.
this paper was written for a women’s studies class, on gender analysis, in which both privilege and cisgender privilege in particular had been explained, elaborated upon, and discussed by the professor.
the comment was not by the professor, it was by a cis classmate during a peer review.
the words cisgender and privilege are both in scare quotes (in case you can’t google that or don’t know what it means or want to deny their existence, scare quotes is when you put a word or phrase in quotation marks to make it seem less real — the textual version of sarcastically making air quotes with your fingers)
another edit, by the same editor, involved asking me what my birth name was. i’m sure you don’t need to be told that that’s transphobic.
i spoke to the professor about this edit, and he agreed with me that the comment (and the way it was phrased) was out of line. in fact, he thought it was so out of line that he led a workshop for the class on how not to be disrespectful assholes to trans people (say, by asking for their birth name, or telling them they’re wrong or oversensitive about transphobia).
i got a 99% on the essay — WITHOUT changing anything the edit asked for.
the professor liked my essay so much that he asked to keep it as an EXAMPLE for future classes
bonus: if your reaction to seeing gross transphobic things is “well it’s probably the trans person’s fault”, then you’re gross and transphobic and i hope you don’t know any trans people IRL for their sake
NOOOO NO NO NONO FUCK FUCK FUCKIG CBS IS TELLING WOMEN NOT TO REPORT SEXUAL HARASSMENT BECAUSE IT WILL “DAMAGE THEIR CAREERS” and “HARASSMENT IS AN UNFORTUNATE PART OF CLIMBING THE LADDER” I AM SO ANGRY THEY ARE LITERALLY TURNING SEXUAL HARASSMENT INTO A NORM THIS IS NOT OKAY
This is an actual article and I’m still having a hard time believing it’s real.