Remember when you hurled cement hunks from the broken sidewalk nearly missing the back of my head, screaming about how you hate us, how you’re going to kill one of us.
Fucking fags.
When you yelled at me in front of the bar about how I’m not a woman, and how I should die, until I couldn’t stop crying. your cousin said “come, on man, let’s just go.”
Come on, man.
“Oh, you really do have a dick.”
Remember when I was scared to leave the house.
Remember when you pushed me over the bed into the wall and spit in my face.
Remember when I wanted to die, not because of my own insecurity, but because I would rather die by my own volition than be brutalized and left bleeding from the head and mouth, breathing shallowly.
Remember when I kept on living because Le Tigre told me so.
Remember when we were humans in the same fucked up world.
Was feeling particularly drunk and quick at a party tonight, at my favorite capitalism enabled ‘anarchist’ utopia, the RCA/hot mess compound. Saw sone skinny pretty white girls play old fashioned rock ‘n’ roll, talked mad shit to some fuckin assholes, and shotgunned crack on the way home. Thanks Oakland. You suck.
Oh yeah also maybe related really hard to the term “splitting” tonight and then felt a little weird and…. …
ourheartsareloudandwillnotrest asked: so I just randomly remembered about how one of the first times we ever hung out i took a shit ton of pictures of you and was afraid you would think that was weird so I tried to be real casual about it and then only posted like one out of a kabillion on the interweb cause I didn't want you to think I was weird but you are just TOO BEAUTIFUL FOR WORDS so, memories or whatever love you keep workin on that fuel
Hehehe aww. That is cute. I love you so much, always. Aw <3
I can’t wait to see you whenever I do. Maybe if you’re up for it we should make up for lost snuggles? Also, yeah I just got a kit to convert from diesel to dream fuel so just need to get the RV now.
"There is most certainly a privilege to having a gender. Just ask someone who doesn’t have a gender, or who can’t pass, or who doesn’t pass. When you have a gender, or when you are perceived as having a gender, you don’t get laughed at in the street. You don’t get beat up. You know which public bathroom to use, and when you use it, people don’t stare at you or worse. You know which form to fill out. You know what clothes to wear. You have heroes and role models. You have a past."
— Kate Bornstein, Gender Outlaw (via ceedling)
(Source: fleshapoids, via ourheartsareloudandwillnotrest)
