Y'ALL

Sep 20

up late, jess n the baby dog tabi are both snoring away. thinking about the upcoming climate march/demo in NYC that a lot of my friends, loved ones and comrades will be at. thinking about and being saddened by the reality of climate justice and disability justice colliding/intersecting/interlocking and still, how the silence around those intersections and collisions remain ever so comfortable.

Jess n I were considering last minute what we would just hop in our car and leave tomorrow for NYC. the more and more we considered it, the more and more we started doubting that our spontaneity would help carry us thru the traveling, walking long distances, standing for prolonged periods of time and marching. with my back pain and flares and both of our regular body shit happening, excitement and enthusiasm is not enough to make getting to and being present at the demo bearable. it would take us at least a week to recover.

the last major demo I was a part of was the march on wall st south that I helped organized to protest the democratic national convention. that was 2012 and basically a few weeks afterward, I had to disappear because my body was crumbling from me ignoring my needs in the name of “organizing” and “showing up”

I have complicated feelings about how our movements energize themselves, how it fuels itself and how we fuel each other.

and I have really sad feelings about how yes, online and virtual organizing is still organizing AND STILL what are we actually doing to make it so that everyone who wants to show up in person can?

climate justice and disability justice collide in this space of how our bodies relate to each other and relate to the earth; how the same kind of capitalism and globalization that forces migration forces people everyone to experience the harm of chemicals in the waterways, coal ash and destructive mining causing sickness and disease, disability and injury; how the same kind of settlement and colonialism that disconnects Indigenous peoples from their lands is the same kind of settlement that makes it near impossible for disabled people to relate to most spaces, to navigate most spaces; how the same western kind of greed and matrix for measuring worthiness fueling destruction and gentrifcation, development and unsustainable energy fuels a world in which those who control the future do not imagine disabled people to exist in it.

I am thinking about bodies, bodies en masse, isolated bodies, rural bodies, queer disabled cyborg mentally ill bodies - bodies that will continue to be discarded through the labor needed by empires who steal, degrade and forever modify land, bodies that will be discarded when every tree has been replaced by high rises, bodies that will be discarded when the earth has nothing left to give and still, as self proclaimed revolutionary ppl we have not figured out how to give each other what it is the other needs.

I am thinking about what climate justice means for southerners, disabled southerners, poor poc and poor white southerners.

where will these bodies - our bodies - be when we march for climate justice?

Sep 18

just spent like 2 hours trying to help my mom activate a new cellphone because hers broke, a lot of text messages, facebook messages and 1 facetime w/ my sister later it’s finally done. the phone got activated and she called me and giggled a lot because it finally worked. we’re so good at making it in this world together.

i would just like to make it clear that my beef with the question “where are you really from?” is not that i desire to be american, want white people to consider me american or want to identify as a us-born person and treated as such. 

my beef with the question “where are you really from?” is more about how that question supports the alienation of ppls considered to be foreign which justifies violence against them in the form of denying access to public health resources, jobs, etc, etc amidst a global picture of imperialism, colonialism and war. and the question “where are you really from?” has set up those of us who are immigrant, alien, foreign to believe that the way we can succeed is by vining to be considered american at the cost of Black and indigenous people’s erasure and deaths who are either considered inhuman or disappeared, or both.

Sep 14

keeping it cute on the beach with this babe

keeping it cute on the beach with this babe

Sep 12

it’s a pretty day in rva so here’s my pretty face

it’s a pretty day in rva so here’s my pretty face

cunthulhu:

I’m not sad anymore bc I napped and now I’m eating BUTT & BEN AND JERRYS

ya nasty

Sep 11

liberation is a collective process

liberation is a collective process

Sep 10

so are we twins today or what invisibleblackunicorn

so are we twins today or what invisibleblackunicorn

Sep 09

racismschool OMG you are too much you haven’t even asked in so long!!!

invisibleblackunicorn um excuse me i thought you knew i was trying to hustle

gole-yakh ! i’ve traveled as far west as claremont, ca and as far north as princeton, nj. places within a 7-12 hour radius of virginia/north carolina i prefer to drive and all other places i would need cost of plane ticket covered (most, if not all).

if your campus/student organization has the money, bring me to campus and i can do a training, give a keynote/presentation, hang out with people, be overall very sweet and nice and then i’ll be able to pay the bills! ^_^

Sep 06

[image description: moving image of a gray and white gerbil facing away from the camera and wiggling its butt]jess sees this and goes “what if that’s a part of masculinity” and imitated a masc dude doing this and being like “ima fuck you uppppp”

[image description: moving image of a gray and white gerbil facing away from the camera and wiggling its butt]

jess sees this and goes “what if that’s a part of masculinity” and imitated a masc dude doing this and being like “ima fuck you uppppp”

(Source: adulthoodisokay, via chauvinistsushi)