‘beauty’ does not equal self-worth

themodernistwitch:

This is coming from someone who likes fashion, sometimes wears makeup, and used to be firmly on the ‘beauty can mean lots of different things!’ bandwagon. 

Physical appearance is important in this world we live in. It is important for a couple of reasons:

a) tending to your outside can be an act of self-love and self-care. As a person who struggles with depression and PTSD, a person with a traumatic past, keeping up rituals of tending to my body with love - and I define that in a few different ways, not just cosmetic - are ways to remain present, small ways to tell myself that I value myself. THAT IS COOL.

b) we live in a society that tells us about a million times a day that how much our bodies align with an arbitrary set of standards meant to indicate ‘physically attractive’ is vital to our self-worth and that we should always strive to be closer to those standards. Those standards are misogynist, racist and cisheteronormative. They are always shifting, and they are propped up by industries that make enormous amounts of money preying on our insecurities and vulnerabilities. This is not new information. THAT IS FUCKED.

I think of playing with my appearance as fun, and I don’t generally do it to please anyone but myself, but when I’m doing it I always try to think about WHY I like a particular look. Is it because it makes me look more like I align with those standards I mentioned above, those standards that have literally killed people (not just from eating disorders, but as I am someone who will always have an ED to contend with, that is often first in my mind)?

Can one move toward an aesthetic that fucks the industry? As someone who enjoys aesthetics and has a very strong sense thereof, I would like to think there is some room here.

(I think of the great Mark Aguhar in this regard.)

But please, always keep this in mind: how closely you align to those given standards does not make you a kind person. It does not make you a smart person. It does not make you a thoughtful person. It does not make you a funny person. You can be a person that conforms to those standards and be all of those things, of course, but you can also be a person who conforms to those standards who is cruel and boring, or a person who doesn’t conform to those standards who has all or some of these great qualities.

And I will always fight against the idea that those standards are meaningful to me personally, meaningful in an essential and real way. As they stand right now they are important simply because they have such impact in our lives: there are so many studies out there that indicate that how close one conforms to those physical standards affects whether we are likely to get jobs or housing, how much money we’re likely to make, so on and so forth.

How fucked is that?

How important is it to fight beauty hierarchy in every corner of our lives? It is crucial.

hearts for eyes for jes’ brain.

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transcreature:

mocosyamores:

jietingx:

CHILLS DOWN MY SPINE. 

(source)

ALL THE FUCKING CHILLS

damn, what a beautifully powerful performance.

Fucking beautiful….
“Rainbows are just a trick of the light”

Holy shit.

Transcription:

There’s no place like homo
There’s no place like homo

somewhere over the rainbow
way up high
there’s a land that I heard of
once in a lullaby

Wake up honi
it’s called san francisco
where white bourgie bitches getting gay married
but my ass ain’t got an invite sha hoo~

Somewhere over the rainbow
Blue birds fly.
Birds fly over the rainbow.
Why then, oh why can’t I?

BECAUSE YOU’RE BROWN HONEY GURL

I’m bout to sassy gay friend this ish ~
Not gay as in happy but queer as in fuck you
Rainbows are just refracted beams of white light,
Gay marriage activism is a temper tantrum:
Mommy I’m going to buy an “I’m a second class citizen” American Apparel v-neck to go with my corporate internship and some ass

I didn’t always think this way
Cuz philadelphia taught me everything i still know about shame
that my queer body was something to “correct”
that looking like “a faggot with a cunt” only meant
I was looking for trouble

So in high school I laced my shoes with rainbows
and preached the gospel of equal rights and pride
That tell us marriage will finally untangle
our love from shame, will legislate us wholly human

But the day same sex marriage was legalized in New York, DC, Connecticut, Massachusetts, New Hampshire, Vermont, Iowa it didn’t get better because “Somewhere over the rainbow” there’s a pot of Goldman Sachs
**DUN DUN DUN DUN**We are gathered here today**

for richer, for poorer
tell that to El’Jai who lost his job last year
His state is one of only 12
where you cannot legally be fired
for having a body that doesn’t sit right with your heart
but his job “could only be done by a man”
and his genitals did not conform to his employers expectations.

[I do not know if he won the court case, only that he has a son,
and that being brown and trans means being 4 times less likely to find work]
but who needs money for bread when you can eat wedding cake!

in good times and in bad
tell that to Temmie Breslauer a transwoman who was arrested for using
her father’s discount subway card.
the NYPD chained her to a wall for 28 hours and called her a he-she
to have and to be held
this is what marriage means for queer people
as we send the government wedding invitations to incarcerate our love

till death do us part,
tell that to asher brown who at thirteen took a gun to his head
as if it was an act of patriotism because in texas
being gay is a death sentence
it is nights spent whispering secrets to open skies
it is the sound of your mother crying because she wonders
how that thing came out of her

and i do, i do, i do
not believe that a marriage certificate
could have stopped the bullet

Remember,
Remember,
Remember,
There is something beautiful about being lied to:
Rainbows are just a trick of light,
They make us forget the storm is still happening,
When walking towards the end of the rainbow, it will always move away.

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killyourinspiration:

I am so fucking done with tumblr going apeshit over feminist and anti-racist statements that famous white men make.  Want to end patriarchy? Stop legitimizing the power of a wealthy white man’s words over mine or yours.  For every famous white man whose power you indulge, you are taking space away from the people who live this shit every day.  You contribute to the invisibility of people of colour, queers, trans people, women, people with disabilities, fat people, poor people.  You reify the politics you rally against.  You are setting us back. 

And I know that these are famous white men whose work means a lot to you - because there are quite a few famous white men whose work means a lot to me.  But resistance is not another platform for their voices.  They have enough already.  They can sit down and shut the fuck up and let people with lived marginalized experiences tell our own stories for once. 

“Freaky” is so often just masked cultural appropriation

virulentflowers:

So the new Die Antwoord video seriously has Yo-Landi in full blackface and throwing around racial slurs like she’s not a whitey standing on colonized land.  Super “freaky,” right?

It’s disheartening how queers will back straight, white artists as long as they present some “freaky” aesthetic.  I’ve already written about Grimes and how frustrated I am that queers constitute her most rabid fanbase, despite the fact that she utilizes highly-problematic cultural appropriation under the guise of being “weird.”

We’re a target market and these artists and the business interests that back them profit from mining the queer subculture for signifiers to get us to latch on to the art of straight cis white artists (Madonna=Lady Gaga=Grimes).  When you are putting your interests with artists who are essentially a minstrel show, you cannot create subcultural spaces that actively confront racism, heterosexism, cissexism, and capitalism.

What we’re moving toward is the same ironic disconnect we’ve criticized hipsters for.  We replace materially confronting/destroying the structures of domination with extracting the most superficial aesthetics from actual revolutionary struggles.  We substitute a recognition of how fucked things are with an aloof commodity fetishism.

Can we stop with the idolization any conventionally attractive, straight, white, cis “artist” whose emptiness is apparent when you strip away the artifice of “weirdness?”  Can we support artists whose voices are excluded from the dominant queer subcultural hierarchy, and who confront the “art as business” model?  With the amount of confrontational, anti-capitalist queer cultural production happening, the funneling of our money, time, and support into these business people masquerading as artists is unjustifiable.

I’m sick of talking about teen culture while people are dying and I’m sick of tolerating artists who dress up as the corpses.

^^^^^^^^^^

(via theuntitledmag)

"Legalize Gay? Who, in the wake of Prop 8, is illegal for being gay? Sure, gays and lesbians might not be allowed to marry in California but Prop 8 has not meant that those with otherwise unblemished records can no longer leave their houses, or buy cars, or keep their jobs. Do people wearing this t-shirt have a clue what it really means to be illegal? To be, for instance, an “illegal alien” who gets swept up in an Immigration and Customs Enforcement raid and be deported soon thereafter? To not be able to travel freely because they lack the proper documentation? To pay for their school tuition and rent in cash because they lack social security numbers?"

— Yasmin Nair, in Legalize Gay, Or: So You Think You’re Illegal? for Queercents (via hfml)

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SERIOUSLY I AM REALLY ANGRY ABOUT THIS FRIDA THING

desliz:

She had a very strong and well-documented personality and belief system, and was meticulous about how she dressed and appeared in photographs. The only real topless photos of her were taken by one of her lovers, and in them she is in the process of doing one of her elaborate hairstyles. There, are many, many pictures of Frida Kahlo that reflect her pride, political convictions, and self-image, but some dickwad goes and shops her head on a cliched pose of a woman gripping a gun and it’s Tumblr sensation, complete with tags like #sex and #gun and captions like “Frida Kahlo, a loaded gun and calm face. There is so, so much going on behind those black eyes and inside that mad brain while she looks at you.”

A complex, real-life woman of tremendous agency has been reduced into a series of easily-digested badass cliches, and I’m not surprised it’s much more popular than any actual photograph of her.

YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS

How To Be A Reverse-Racist: An Actual Step by Step List For Oppressing White People

blackgirldangerous:

by A.D Song and Mia McKenzie

White people who are confronted with their white privilege and the white supremacist acts they perpetuate have been known to cry, “You’re being a reverse-racist!” That is completely true: people of color have the power and control to create, perpetuate, and maintain brutal systematic reverse-racism that oppresses white people every day.  As such, we have created this handy list on how to continue this oppression.

1. Enslave their bodies.

Ship them from Germany, Sweden, and other exotic countries. Force them to build entire cities, roads, bridges. Force them to plant and harvest all the food everyone eats. Let an entire economic system be built on their backs, with their blood and sweat. Later, deny them access to the system they have been used to build, and accuse them of being extremely lazy.

2. Steal their land.

If they were here before you, steal their land. This is essential. Basically, just go in there and take it. If you have to kill some of them to get it…no worries. If you have to kill almost all of them to get it…shit, no worries. After you steal their land, make sure you create laws to keep them from ever returning to it. If they try to return anyway, build fences, and let bands of POC vigilantes patrol the borders with guns. If they somehow get past the borders and into your country, no worries, you can always just deport them.

3. Enslave their minds.

From these systems, build a long lasting institution of reverse-racism until all the violence and microaggressions make many white people into suspicious people with a lot of internalized self-hatred, health problems, and mental illnesses. Then deny them access to adequate mental health care. Or, adequate health care of any kind, while you’re at it. Cause, you know, fuck ‘em.

4.  Wipe out and/or appropriate their customs.

Since many of their customs are savage and unworthy of preserving, wipe out their traditions of eating mashed potatoes and meatloaf, playing miniature golf, buying khakis at Banana Republic, and sleeping with thousand-count Egyptian cotton sheets. For the customs you think are kinda cool, culturally appropriate from them. Sometimes wear a beret and lederhosen, because Swedish culture is really exotic even though it’s inferior to ours.

5.  Break their espresso machines.

With baseball bats or large hammers. Or, you know, just unplug them all.

6.  Call them “cracker”.

As people of color, we have been rightfully accused of being racist to white people, especially when we call them “cracker”. As we all know, calling them “cracker” is egregiously offensive and horribly shocking because of this long, violent, reverse-racist history.

7. Just keep being terrible to them.

Do everything you can think of to make it so that white people make less money; their children are shot by cops; white women are at higher risk for assault and they are exotified until they no longer seem human; white men are beaten and thrown into jails because they look “suspicious” and “threatening”; they are racially profiled everywhere they go.

8. Make sure most representations of them in the media are negative.

They should almost always be portrayed as pasty, stringy-haired, rhythm-less, sexless, uptight, and booooring. Also, there should be very few representations of them and when they’re portrayed at all, they should always only be the comic relief, the silent exotic sex object, the Debbie Downer, or the incompetent sidekick. They are only allowed to be easily forgettable, one-dimensional character. Sometimes use POC actors in white-face to portray these white people. By presenting this ONE image of them all the time, you will be able to convince the rest of the population that all white people are like this, thus ensuring a widespread belief in their inferiority.

9. Keep telling them how beautiful they are not.

White people know they will never be beautiful with their boring sour cream complexions and blonde hair (that was actually caused because of mutations). Plaster people of color on every magazine, show them in every television show and movie, and praise them as the most beautiful. When white people cry at these injustices, bottle their tears and sell them as health creams for people of color. Nothing like a soothing lotion made from the pain of white folks!

10. Finally, force them underground to become even whiter, albino people while you laugh manically like the cruel, bloodthirsty, oppressive person of color you are. Take their thousand-count Egyptian cotton sheets to make POC-supremacist flags and hoods and march through the streets, spreading fear and terror. Every time a white person thinks your behavior is unfair or wrong, tell them that they should stop being so sensitive. We live in a post-reverse-racial society now. Jeez.

*Digging this blog? Support it and queer, trans*, and gender-non-conforming writers of color! We need you! Please go HERE!!

A.D Song was voted “most likely to be a bitter old cat queen who capitalizes on punching people in the face”. They is a glitter, floral, black pleather-wearing androgyne who experiences repeated hair woes. Ze are really into vegan food, DIY, glitter, combat boots. She is not interested in your racist, anti-trans*/anti-queer, transmisogynistic, white supremacist ideas; He is a highly allergic & will bite your head off. Fear the yellow peril.

*

Mia McKenzie is a writer and a smart, scrappy Philadelphian with a deep love of vegan pomegranate ice cream and fake fur collars. She is a black feminist and a freaking queer, facts that are often reflected in her writings, which have won her some awards and grants, such as the Astraea Foundation’s Writers Fund Award and the Leeway Foundation’s Transformation Award. She just finished a novel and has a short story forthcoming in The Kenyon Review. She is a nerd, and the creator of Black Girl Dangerous, a revolutionary blog.

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yesssss

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torayot:

I do love images like this for various reasons.
I’m obviously not one for uncritically wishing to live decades in the past. I recognise the valid arguments against romanticising historical eras and turning them into mere snippets of attractive fashions and lifestyles, ignoring any actual lives that were lived and experienced during those times.
However, the fact remains that I enjoy bits and bobs of old-fashioned things. The way I write and speak is tinged with slightly and definitely pretentious fragments and structures of outdated novels. I like seeing vintage photographs and styling myself with fashion influences from the 20s or the 40s. I pin curl my hair. I love brogues, high-waisted trousers, waist-coats, a dapper hat. I also love fitted dresses which flare from the waist. But I certainly have no wish to actually go back to these eras: people who think that it was a time of refined and “proper” manners and good music are kidding themselves, and I usually scoff at them before catching myself.
So what am I doing, then?
I can’t even pretend that I’m able to defend these tastes of mine. Perhaps my frowning at people who critique this trend for retro, usually well-meaning (augh) white middle class feminists, is knee-jerk defensiveness.
But I cannot help but feel that more stories need to be told here. I read on Tumblr once that a POC enjoyed seeing photos like the above because they loved seeing and knowing that people like them existed in the past. Indeed: the most visible versions of these retro worlds - at least the ones which exist in the popular imagination - are almost uniformly white and thin.
When [white middle class etc.] people long for their vintage world, they all but say that they want it to be visibly populated with only the sort of people that “look” right. They sigh over the vintage photographs where there’s not a single brown face, approve of a time when men where gentlemen and women were ladies, note with pleasure their trim waistlines and apparent “good health”. It’s so unlike nowadays, what with all this “diversifying”, and no-one knowing how to dress properly or treat a lady right - all those things are just PERLIDICKAL CORRICKISS GORN MAID and a symptom of an unruly and confused modern world.
But obviously there have always been a huge range of identities out there since… for ever. People whinge about “revisionist” history even when it’s based on considerable amounts of material and written evidence. It’s not like brown queers suddenly sprang up in the 1960s: it is simply a matter of which set of identities is taken into the dominant mainstream and showered with visiblity. I just wish I could confidently say that the dominant narratives and representations are more diverse and accepting in the early 21st century in comparison to the early 20th century…
So that is part of why I like to see these vintage photographs in addition to others and myself dressing up in vintage-inspired styles. We were really there in the past. We are here now. And we’re terribly stylish.

PREAAAAACH!

how have i never heard of torayot before and why i am just reading their incredible words now! they are so fucking badass!

torayot:

I do love images like this for various reasons.

I’m obviously not one for uncritically wishing to live decades in the past. I recognise the valid arguments against romanticising historical eras and turning them into mere snippets of attractive fashions and lifestyles, ignoring any actual lives that were lived and experienced during those times.

However, the fact remains that I enjoy bits and bobs of old-fashioned things. The way I write and speak is tinged with slightly and definitely pretentious fragments and structures of outdated novels. I like seeing vintage photographs and styling myself with fashion influences from the 20s or the 40s. I pin curl my hair. I love brogues, high-waisted trousers, waist-coats, a dapper hat. I also love fitted dresses which flare from the waist. But I certainly have no wish to actually go back to these eras: people who think that it was a time of refined and “proper” manners and good music are kidding themselves, and I usually scoff at them before catching myself.

So what am I doing, then?

I can’t even pretend that I’m able to defend these tastes of mine. Perhaps my frowning at people who critique this trend for retro, usually well-meaning (augh) white middle class feminists, is knee-jerk defensiveness.

But I cannot help but feel that more stories need to be told here. I read on Tumblr once that a POC enjoyed seeing photos like the above because they loved seeing and knowing that people like them existed in the past. Indeed: the most visible versions of these retro worlds - at least the ones which exist in the popular imagination - are almost uniformly white and thin.

When [white middle class etc.] people long for their vintage world, they all but say that they want it to be visibly populated with only the sort of people that “look” right. They sigh over the vintage photographs where there’s not a single brown face, approve of a time when men where gentlemen and women were ladies, note with pleasure their trim waistlines and apparent “good health”. It’s so unlike nowadays, what with all this “diversifying”, and no-one knowing how to dress properly or treat a lady right - all those things are just PERLIDICKAL CORRICKISS GORN MAID and a symptom of an unruly and confused modern world.

But obviously there have always been a huge range of identities out there since… for ever. People whinge about “revisionist” history even when it’s based on considerable amounts of material and written evidence. It’s not like brown queers suddenly sprang up in the 1960s: it is simply a matter of which set of identities is taken into the dominant mainstream and showered with visiblity. I just wish I could confidently say that the dominant narratives and representations are more diverse and accepting in the early 21st century in comparison to the early 20th century…

So that is part of why I like to see these vintage photographs in addition to others and myself dressing up in vintage-inspired styles. We were really there in the past. We are here now. And we’re terribly stylish.

PREAAAAACH!

a gif of lauryn hill in sister act raising her hand and shaking it

how have i never heard of torayot before and why i am just reading their incredible words now! they are so fucking badass!

(Source: anormaux, via tsarevich)

The Untitled Mag is important.

bowfolk:

Because I live in a world where people belittle my loneliness.

Because I live in a world where people who resemble me feel great when someone tells them “they don’t look like a black girl”.

Because I live in a world where as soon as a white girl discovers all the privilege she has and wants to figure out how to dismantle white supremacy and shares it with her friends, those friends are all ears to listen, whereas beforehand they’d scoff at any poc’s testimony of living in a racist society.

Because Cece McDonald has the same charge as George Zimmerman.

Because queer means white punk chicks that look like Kathleen Hanna.

Because women always means cis, white straight women.

Because if you’re queer and fat, you don’t exist.

(Source: theuntitledmag, via formelyusako-deactivated2012090)

"Racism is so deeply entrenched and pervasive in many societies that everyday racism is often unintentional. On the other hand, what is always intentional is anti-racism. The struggle against racism resists the pervasive ideologies and practices that explicitly and invisibly structure our daily lives (albeit in very different ways that are stratified by race, gender, class, and sexuality). Anti-racism requires intentionality because it’s an act of conscience."

— minh-ha t. pham (via nuestrahermana)

(via madamethursday)