my lappy died gfdi
when u think yr drawing looks great but then u flip the canvas
do you ever just sit there and realize that you’re alive and breathing and get really fucking creeped out
when someone stops talking to you and youre not sure what you did wrong
I have a huge fucking problem with the way certain communities throw around the term “white-passing.”
to be absolutely 100% clear: I AM WHITE PASSING. most people do not know what I am at first glance. and because of the way our white supremacist culture works, people often assume “the best” and assume that I’m white. THIS AFFORDS ME A LOT OF PRIVILEGE. I would never ever deny that. policemen do not profile me on the street. business owners will not treat me differently because of the way I look. potential friends/partners do not know what race I am unless I disclose it.
but now I’m going to drop some bombshells,
MY LIVED EXPERIENCE IS NOT A “WHITE” ONE. JUST BECAUSE I LOOK WHITE DOES NOT MEAN I AM TREATED LIKE A WHITE PERSON 100% OF THE TIME.
I still need to grit my teeth through microaggressions. I am still fetishized. I am still commodified. I am still hurt and hated for my race.
and you know what I get it from both sides. because on one hand I’m too white to be a “true” PoC. and on the other I’m too different to ever be accepted as white.