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About me:
The name's Crystal. I'm a female-identifying pansexual with a whole lot of love to give. My love affair with red velvet cake is the stuff of legends. Life goals? To live in a house designed for cats and run a sweet-ass tearoom.


WORD OF WARNING: I just wanna let you know that some of the content on this blog is NSFW. That's just how I roll, and have no shame in it. Enjoy or despise it. The choice is yours.

twigwise:

IT!

ISN’T!!

BAD!!!

TO!!!!

BE!!!!!

CISGENDERED!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

AND IF ANYONE MAKES YOU FEEL LIKE THAT!!!!!! KICK THEM IN THE JUNK!!!!!! WHATEVER JUNK THEY HAVE!!!!!!!!!!!!! KICK ‘EM REALLY HARD!!!!!!!!!!

Look, it’s not about that. It’s not about making anyone who’s cisgendered feel bad. It’s about waking the cisgendered people waking the fuck up and ACKNOWLEDGING THEIR PRIVILEGE as people who are cisgendered. We pass. We pass. WE PASS. Okay? The fact cisgendered people are perceived, upon sight alone, as fitting within the societally constructed binaries of female or male, gives us a fucking PASS. Those who are trans*/non-binary/genderbending/genderqueer are perceived as visibly “other” and so oppressed in ways that cisgendered people are not. Throw in race, economic background (or perceived economic background), gender expression, and a whole host of other factors, and you’ve got a heaping mix of intersectional oppression going on. So, again, I repeat. No one should make anyone feel awful because of their gender identity, but cisgendered people need to be self-aware of the privilege that passing affords them

EDTA: Also, as another person mentioned in the comments, talking about reacting with violence towards anyone because they’ve called you out for being/saying something ignorant or out-of-line is wholly uncalled for. People need to LISTEN to the frustration of oppressed people and try to understand where it’s coming from. LISTEN when they  tell you about their lived experiences, their struggle, their pain, their fight. Open up your mind and heart and learn something. We should apologize to when we’ve made offense, become more informed, and go forth into the world to DO BETTER. Okay?

Now, that is not to say that I don’t face my all sorts of oppression by being a female-identifying QPOC, but that is not the point of my post.

Note: I would also like to apologize now, if I’ve overstepped anywhere. It is not my intention to speak for anyone who is non-cisgendered. If I have, I will work harder to be more informed and mind how and what I say.

Extra Note: I hope to God I made sense up there because I really wanted to express myself more eloquently, to be perfectly honest. Heh.

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skullanddrones:

blackfoxx:

actofrebellion82:

whiskeystainedwhites:

themanedlioness:

whiskeystainedwhites:

setfabulazerstomaximumcaptain:

howtobeterrell:

Look at how disgusted he is by the very notion that she could touch his hair too without permission

Pay close attention folks.

VERY close attention folks.

This is the nature of everyone else vs. black people’s hair summed up in two gifs.

You touch ours willy-fucking nilly but are repulsed when someone DARES to invade your precious boundaries. I see you double standard, I fucking see you. 

Or maybe he just doesn’t like people fucking with his hair…

Oh hello there, whiskeystainedwhites. Real quick, according to your blog, Anthony Bourdain is your ‘spirit animal’. You should probably google the meaning of ‘spirit animal’. Ok, down to business.

Did you happen to think that maybe she doesn’t like people fucking with her hair, or were you too busy ignoring an actual explanation of what’s going on here by two actual Black people who likely know a lot about being Black?

Or maybe, like, if he has a thing about people not fucking with his hair then maybe he should have been sympathetic enough to not fuck with her hair? Or maybe he didn’t give a fuck how she felt about being touched?

You literally said nothing, without thinking it through, or knowing that there’s a whole world of lived experience on this post already, none of which you can speak to.

Ok. Remember, spirit animal! Google it! Bye.

Dear Wither,

I’m a sarcastic bitch, pretty sure any tie to Anthony Bourdain sums that up. But here’s what you don’t know. I grew up all over the world. I’ve been spat on for being white, I’ve had groups of children pull my hair and poke my blue eyes. I’ve been attacked for dressing in men’s clothing, I’ve been belittled for cutting my hair. I’ve been told I will never belong, I’ve been told I will never be skinny enough to fit in because all Americans are fat.

there is such a thing as black privilege

there is asian privilege

there is queer privilege

there is disabled privilege

Everyone has some fucking privilege. It is impossible not to offend anyone. It also sucks a whole lot of fun out of life.

Also, let me bring up that this is TELEVISION. If you do not want your space invaded, your boundaries pushed, your limits stretched, you do not go on television. I worked in theatre, I know a lot about that industry. When you have a costume change, in the wings, and your naked in front of your cast, it matters less if they touch your hair. 

And just btw, I lived on a reservation for a good three years. I know exactly what the fuck a spirit animal is. 

So, first I want to know more about this black privilege and how I can get some. Second, you contradicted your own argument. First, you said maybe he didn’t want his hair touched, but when it comes to her, she’s on tv and should accept it. Like, logic what is it?

WTF you give up all rights to your body once you go on TV? Black and Queer Privilege? Folks will dig up any excuse in the book and turn all kinds of backward  intellectual cartwheels to deny a Black woman her autonomy. Thats bullshit if he is funny about having his hair touched then he shouldnt have been putting his hands on hers. That he had that feeling concerning HIS body shouldve struck him that she may have the same feelings about hers. Enough to where he shouldnt have taken liberties invading her personal space and denying her entry into his with fucking backflips and poplocking away from her hand. Growing up on a reservation? You lived out the country? Who gives a fuck? Lmao at waxing philosophical and listing privileges of the grande ole theater life and foreign travels exposing you to the wonders of the world as a reason that is supposed to UNDERMINE your privilege. You got teased and cried? Who cares! Having your hair pulled is not having the rights to your body determined by systematic racism on a grande scale. Especially when those precious blue eyes you got teased one time for are worshipped around the world at other folks expense. I dont care where youve been or how many reservations you lived on. If you arent Black or NDN you do not get the right to appropriate and use our terms as you see fit or invalidate our experiences in relation to the race politics that surrounds our bodily autonomy. Get the entire fuck outta here….

seriously i don’t want to cut in here, but white people where the fuck do you get all your lame ass excuses from anyways?

i mean the lengths you go to to deny any thing race related is ridiculous, you either deny the fact that you have privilege, or deny the fact that race exists, or accuse the people calling you out for being racist all under the terrific umbrella of “Who cares it’s 2013 let’s get wasted and forget all our troubles”. Easy for you to say when you are a white person who doesn’t actually have to give a fuck about these things and can still exist in their bubble of ignorance.

Also i have worked in theatre too, just because you did a bit of stage work doesn’t give you the right to treat a black person as if they were nothing and then marginalising their outrage by saying “Oh it’s just television”

Television controls a lot of what people do - when people see shit like this they think it’s acceptable to go around treating poc like this, not like televisions nowadays are that good towards poc in the first place but for all people reading this, most of what you see on television and on film will have a racist agenda behind it and this is speaking from experience and blind fact, white supremacists don’t want poc to appear popular and trustworthy, they want poc to be pushed into the dirt because white supremacists are about upholding the white agenda.

As are you when you go about defending racist acts by saying “hey it’s just showbusiness guys”

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Where's The Beef?: lordofass: you can’t get mad at a rich person for being rich or a...

beeftony:

lordofass:

you can’t get mad at a rich person for being rich or a white person for being white or a cis person for being cis but you can be mad at them for being a shitty person and those things don’t automatically make you a shitty person so stop pretending like they do

You can also hate…

^ THANK YOU PRAISE FOR BEEFTONY’S COMMENT.

The OP’s comment sounds like some cis white tears to me, and they taste oh so delicious. It’s easy for you to say when you are not a part of an oppressed group. You try being a POC or a person with disabilities or someone who’s LGBTQ+ or — hell! — all of the a-goddamn-bove. These are people who are maimed and murdered simply for existing. POC are still oppressed — still harmed, degraded, scorned just for being  non-white. I am angered by whiteness and the systems that allow whiteness to carry so much fucking power. I am angered by those white people who refuse to acknowledge that their privilege exists and choose to remain wilfully ignorant. So don’t tell me who I can or cannot cast my anger upon. I’m a queer, disordered, Woman of Color. You don’t get to do that to me.

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coketalk: Dear Ann Romney, I saw your speech the other night. Thanks for talking to me from the heart, because you pretty much confirmed what I already knew to be true, which is that you’re the type of lady with hand sanitizer coursing through her veins. I’ve known wealthy, astringent women like you all my life. I grew up around them. Not with them. Around them. My mother always looked up to women like you. She respects you, and she wants to be more like you. Like the Oscar de la Renta you wore for the speech, you are an aspirational brand for women like my mom. That’s fine. I understand why she thinks that way, and, like Laura Bush before you, my mom is entitled to her heroes. That’s not to say I don’t respect you. I certainly do. I know how hard it is to maintain that level of poise, and I’m familiar with the pathological dedication it takes to keep up appearances. Women like you are a special breed, and like all your fancy prancing horses, I know how incredibly difficult it is to make it look so easy. (By the way, can we just take a moment and savor the delicious irony of a politician’s wife who competes in dressage? Mmm. That’s some Tom Wolfe-level stuff, right there.) For the record, I’m not going to vote for your husband. Don’t worry, though. My mother definitely will, and if your husband happens to win, I have no doubt that you’d make an excellent First Lady. You were born for that kind of thing. You’d rock the East Wing Jackie style with a Republican twist, and I’m sure you’d pick one helluva china pattern. Whichever way it goes in November, you’re destined to continue living a fine life filled with philanthropy and politics. You’ll always be important to some circle, and I’m happy for you. Speaking for the rest of us, though — and this is coming from my heart — stop using your money and influence to chip away at women’s reproductive rights. That great collective sigh you’re hearing from the women whom you profess to “love” so much isn’t because we had a rough day. It’s because we don’t appreciate the hypocrisy of someone like you kissing our asses on national television while quietly working against us. Please feel free to do whatever you like with the window dressing, but don’t spend another second advocating against a woman’s choice. At a certain point, that kind of thing is really unforgivable. Yours in a red dress, The Coquette (Read my Unsolicited Advice column weekends in The Daily.)

coketalk:

Dear Ann Romney,

I saw your speech the other night. Thanks for talking to me from the heart, because you pretty much confirmed what I already knew to be true, which is that you’re the type of lady with hand sanitizer coursing through her veins.

I’ve known wealthy, astringent women like you all my life. I grew up around them. Not with them. Around them.

My mother always looked up to women like you. She respects you, and she wants to be more like you. Like the Oscar de la Renta you wore for the speech, you are an aspirational brand for women like my mom. That’s fine. I understand why she thinks that way, and, like Laura Bush before you, my mom is entitled to her heroes.

That’s not to say I don’t respect you. I certainly do. I know how hard it is to maintain that level of poise, and I’m familiar with the pathological dedication it takes to keep up appearances. Women like you are a special breed, and like all your fancy prancing horses, I know how incredibly difficult it is to make it look so easy. (By the way, can we just take a moment and savor the delicious irony of a politician’s wife who competes in dressage? Mmm. That’s some Tom Wolfe-level stuff, right there.)

For the record, I’m not going to vote for your husband. Don’t worry, though. My mother definitely will, and if your husband happens to win, I have no doubt that you’d make an excellent First Lady. You were born for that kind of thing. You’d rock the East Wing Jackie style with a Republican twist, and I’m sure you’d pick one helluva china pattern.

Whichever way it goes in November, you’re destined to continue living a fine life filled with philanthropy and politics. You’ll always be important to some circle, and I’m happy for you. Speaking for the rest of us, though — and this is coming from my heart — stop using your money and influence to chip away at women’s reproductive rights.

That great collective sigh you’re hearing from the women whom you profess to “love” so much isn’t because we had a rough day. It’s because we don’t appreciate the hypocrisy of someone like you kissing our asses on national television while quietly working against us.

Please feel free to do whatever you like with the window dressing, but don’t spend another second advocating against a woman’s choice. At a certain point, that kind of thing is really unforgivable.

Yours in a red dress,

The Coquette


(Read my Unsolicited Advice column weekends in The Daily.)

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Privilege means i have the option to make you non-existent when I’m uncomfortable. I don’t want to deal with that, so you are no longer alive, or acknowledged. I don’t have to deal with you.

egyptianmuslima4life:

cassandrameh:


Wow. It’s a bit heartbreaking to watch

“I hate being black because everyone else feels it’s a curse. Facebook is circulating a video entitled “Dark Skin” which is unapologetic in highlighting the horrific mental complexities centered around the diversity of skin color within the African American community. Overall, young and old women of color were telling their stories of when they realized being dark skinned wasn’t beautiful.

It’s not uncommon to find girls that have had traumatic events take place within their childhood and even adulthood that hinders their ability to develop an appreciation for their skin color because society tells them (us) that they are not beautiful because they are not light. I sure as hell can relate. Up until the 8th grade I thought I was ugly. I literally hit my head up against the mirror every time I saw myself because I was being called “Darkie” by my grandfather who had curly hair, hazel green eyes and was as light as can be. 

His sister was a “passer” it took a while for people to realize she was really black. Her red hair fooled a lot of people and it pierced my soul whenever she called me “tar baby.”

I hate being black every time I like a boy and he tells me he doesn’t date dark skin women but he’s willing to have sex. I hate being black every time I meet a guy and things are going well and he takes me to meet his friends and they say “you can do better she’s too dark, what will your kids look like (true story!). I hate the idea of my complexion being such a hindrance to the prosperity of my life and it is not something I can change.

I hate being black and so that’s why at the age of 30 I say I’m an African. I may not be able to call to Nigeria for Granny or speak the language but I claim Nigeria. My grandmother thinks I’m foolish because I want to know where I come from to better trace my roots. She said “you’re a n____a and that’s all you need to know.” She hates that fact that I mainly date African men because for some odd reason when they see my dark skin, white teeth and black gums they tell me I’m beautiful. I can finally say I believe it and them.
 I recently started the Jessica LaShawn Foundation in an effort to unite dark skinned women within the urban communities of Chicago. I’ve gotten a lot of negative feedback saying that I am aiding in the division within our own people but documentaries such as this showcase that we need our own tools for empowerment.”

wow..its so sad that they feel like they’re not beautiful. White skin and straight hair is not the definition of beauty. Everyone is beautiful, and people have to stop making other feels like they’re not. 

Who taught you to hate yourself? - Malcolm X

This is for every light-skinned PoC out there who claims they don’t have any privileges at all just because they have light skin. Yes you do, and on so many levels. So, please…own up that, yeah? 

EDTA: Siiiigghhhh. It’s also really fucking sad that this person couldn’t see themselves as beautiful until African men found her attractive; that she hadn’t learned to see it for herself. And on that note, there are issues with light skin vs. dark skin and skin whitening in various countries in Africa, as well. 

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