For what reason I need to give a shit about white people?
Sometimes I don’t even say anything about white people, except that I don’t give a shit. I don’t have to pay attention to anybody I don’t feel like paying attention to.
Also, to say that white people can feel the effects of racism based on being white is a fallacy, within a white supremacist framework (which Western cultures function within) white people cannot be systematically disadvantaged based on their whiteness. There’s a whole host of other ways in which white people can be disempowered within Western culture, their being white is not one of them.
And I reiterate, I don’t give a shit.
White people should feel bad about being in a racist world. There’s a very precise difference between what I try to do (disregard) and what a racist world does to non-white bodies (destroy). I’m not out to “hurt” people, my attention just doesn’t need to go there, and I don’t need to expend energy to further white supremacist agendas, and I WILL put my energy into improving and promoting the lives and work of POCs. Racism is harmful to everyone, and what I do is not racist, it is focusing my energy in a different direction. I don’t need to apologize for not expending my energy on making white people feel good about being white. If they want to feel good about being white they can look everywhere else in the world and feel validated and empowered. Why should I waste my beautiful brown energy making them feel good.
It’s not my business if people want to think I’m some arbiter of cool and me not caring hurts them. Because I. Don’t. Care. and that’s not really saying shit except I don’t see you."
Mark. calloutqueen. sister. (via saturnoregresa)
this needs to be said again. and again. and again. and again.
“I’ve been thinking a lot about Mark Aguhar and what it means to throw yourself off a building and what it means to be a calloutqueen. And about this Margaret Atwood poem, which has long been a favourite. What does it mean to live life as an accusation, an existence that holds everyone else accountable for their oppressive bullshit? Closeness and pain. Mark lived their life as an artistic practice while knowing that images of femmes of colour are appropriated by whiteness. How can we remember without appropriation? I can contour and lipstick and put on my booty shorts but on my cis white body, that isn’t radical.
How can do femme our own way – AND be visible – while refusing to be co-opted or commodified?”
Talking about how sometimes you do femme from a place of mourning and sadness and anger.
i haven’t written about this because i feel like so many other people are doing it better, and doing mark’s memory justice better than i ever could. i’ve been thinking about this so much. i felt like the most appropriate thing i could do to celebrate mark was to reblog her art and her stories because our relationship (if it could even be called that) existed solely on tumblr. yeah i’ve cried in front of a computer screen, on skype, in bathrooms and bars and my bedroom about this but who cares about me. i’ve been overwhelmed thinking mostly about what it means to mourn someone who you knew was incredible and amazing, but only via the internet. someone who i took for granted and assumed would always be around.
but the more important thing to be aware - and criticial - of is to keep the memorializing of mark about mark. and mark’s blog was called blogging for brown gurls. are we so quick to forget that lots of white queers would message mark saying “you sound racist to white people” and other unforgiveable stupid shit?
i can’t help but wonder, why didn’t we celebrate mark as much when she was around? i had no idea how many people that i knew loved mark so much. and i’m also finding out now people who would have benefited from seeing mark’s art, face, style, strength, are only now hearing about her. i fucking hate that, and i doubt i’m the only one. i sent messages to lots of the people who mean a fucking lot to me even if we only know each other via the internet the day i heard.
but how to memorialize calloutqueen.
if you are white and cis and want to keep mark’s memory alive? then fucking check yourself. check your privilege. don’t do or say stupid shit, and if you do, hold yourself accountable. don’t just deny and react in defensive horrible ways. realize your racist unchecked attitudes contribute to a world of hate. what would calloutqueen do?
Although it is the last thing we want to do right now I’d like to ask everyone grieving today to do it in public— amongst the straight cis rich white male scum that told Mark she wasn’t fit for the world. I ask you to grieve today unabashedly and honestly with nothing but Fierceness and Intent.
Bois please scream and cry because we are tired of a world where we have to hide the tears we shed because they are not masculine or because “gay people kill themselves all the time” is NOT an ok or accurate justification for this loss (Mark was a fierce genderbending mf’er SHE and THEY are not that hard to grasp)
Queers let your voices be hoarse and your eyes become beyonce lip stain red from crying tears for our deceased brothers & sisters and all the living freaks, faggots, and trans folk getting fucked with on the street, in the bathrooms, in our classrooms, at our jobs.
Gurls who are tired of transmisogyny and cis white women or assimilationist gays being the mouth piece for “trans womyn of color” I beg you to scream the loudest and proudest..be visible today and every day here after
All of us together—-who are tired of being expected to educate people about who our heroes are. tired of invisibility, tired of hating ourselves, tired of the fact that when you are queer and/or brown all towns are sundown towns for you, tired of people not knowing who our lost children are and the brilliance their suicides and murders leave the world without
if you are tired of needing to unlearn everything society told you hate about yourself I ask you to celebrate, remember, and create a spectacle in the name of our fallen queen——our sweet bb calloutqueen.