Exploring a labyrinth of thought. Drawings, poetry, and goodies as my heart goes bang bang.
This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-NoDerivs 3.0 Unported License.
i don’t give a shit about white culture. I don’t care about “attractive” white dudes in suits, I don’t care about pumpkin spice lattes, I don’t care about bmws, I don’t give a fuck about white picket fence houses, I don’t care about the economy, I don’t care about whole foods, I don’t care about a system that has oppressed millions of people to create a system of classes where the top gets to determine what’s “good.” More accurately I mean to say I don’t want to contribute to that.
being a white girl, I’m not in the best place to say this. I hate how white people don’t have to think about what being white means. I still don’t know what it means.
i don’t want to call myself better than some one because of what i was born as, and i don’t want to invalidate some one else’s pain because i don’t understand it, because i am in a position where i don’t have to.
When you’re disabled, society thinks you’re broken but that is wrong. You are not broken. Society is broken.
TODAY I’M SELLIN’ COMIX AND PERFORMIN’ POETRY AT A TRANSGENDER ARTIST EVENT AND I GET TO SEE MY CRUSH AND MY BEST FRIEND AND BE SURROUNDED BY INCREDIBLE PEOPLE AIN’T NONE OF YALL GONNA HAVE A BETTER DAY THAN ME.