I was going to write something about not writing and realized how foolish that idea sounds. It’s obvious that I’ve not been writing, though few had ever taken notice of that fact. The reason behind this is simple: I’ve grown up. I started writing on tumblr a little more than two years ago. At the time, I was looking for a creative outlet, a place where I could actually form some kind of presence and identity. Tumblr was my best option as it was simple enough to use and I didn’t know anything about wordpress.

I started sharing some of my writing here and managed to get a few followers. To date, I’ve only ever received a handful of “likes” that span the entirety of my time here. Seeing that creative writing was not accomplishing the goal I had in mind, I began writing more personal pieces. These writings were meant to be more intimate; a glimpse into my mind and life. I often expressed my frustration on a number of issues and was quickly labeled as “too depressing to keep following.” So, I stopped doing that.

In the temporary absence I’d taken from tumblr, I saw it turn into nothing more than a facebook wannabe. The majority of the content on this site is now just reblogged nonsense. The rest of the swill filling this site is just hypersensitive ramblings from people that only leave the house to go to school. At this time, I decided to write about more important things. I began sharing my views on feminism and politics. This did not last long because I was confronted by people with dubious grasps on reality who accused me of being privileged, phobic, and a sleuth of other buzz words that have no bearing on anything at all.

 I’ve concluded that tumblr is nothing more than a stupidity contest where teens compete to show off how socially and intellectually inept they are. This entire social network is filled with a level of idiocy that foreshadows the turbulence of humanity’s future.

So, this will be the end of my time here. I’ll write a bit more about tumblr in general and the sycophantic fantasies that the people here indulge themselves in. Then I’ll go away, as there is nothing left for me here. This will satisfy my want for closure.

I’ll write something over the weekend about why I’m done with tumblr and what it has meant to me over the past 2 or 3 years.

It’s not important, but closure is nice.

Then I will likely be done with tumblr.

Maybe I’ll write something about the dumb shit that plagues this social network later.

I don’t like writing anymore.

magalomania:

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ethiopienne:

Jerry Lavigne, Jr. - Why Black People Can’t Be Racist

accurate

i felt the spirit of God while watching this.

hallelujah

hallelujah!

HALLELUJAHHHHHHHHHHHHH

THIS IS THE DUMBEST MOST IGNORANT THING I HAVE EVER SEEN!

I’m not even going to go into why because I’m having a decent night and I don’t want to ruin it. This is why I tune out when black people try to talk about racism, politics, religion or any type of sensitive subject that doesn’t just concern the “black community”. 

Things this guy is:  Wrong.

Jay-Z (Rockafella Music), Michael Jordan (Charlotte Bobcats), Robert Johnson/The Johnson Family (BET Television), Oprah (Her own network), Barry Gordy (Founder of Motown), Obama (The United States, perhaps you’ve heard of it), Russell Simmons (Phat Farm), P. Diddy (Bad Boy Record, Sean John, just to name a couple), Bertram Lee and Peter Bynoe (Denver Nuggets), so on and so forth.  

You can’t say that black people can’t be racist because black people “don’t own anything”.  And even if black people owned NOTHING in this country or any other, saying that people without power can’t be racist is ridiculous.

How many KKK members are powerful?  How many poor people are racist in this country?  A lot.  And his claim of “Oh, maybe you’re not racist, but people who look like you are.” is a pretty racist statement on its own.  That’s called profiling.

There is a lot of racism in this country, of course.  And yes, there are more white people than black in this country, and black people didn’t have as many rights as white people for a long time, and that’s terrible.  But saying that black people can’t be racist because they’re not “in power” is like saying “I can’t go swimming because I’m not at the lake.”  The two aren’t mutually exclusive.  

rac·ism (noun)

1.

a belief or doctrine that inherent differences among thevarious human races  determine cultural or individualachievement, usually involving the idea that one’s own race is superior and has the right to rule others.

2.

a policy, system of government, etc., based upon orfostering such a doctrine; discrimination.

3.

hatred or intolerance of another race  or other races.

Yes, black people can be racist.  Any race can be racist, and it’s a terrible thing, regardless. 

Oh god. Did you just say that Barack Obama owns the United States? Did you just say that saying that a lot of white people are racist… is racist??? Also did you suggest that Black people actually have equal rights in this country now? I’m not even sure where to start with this.

First off, white people write dictionaries. We also own the companies that publish dictionaries. Using the white dictionary definition of a word over the actual meaning of a word as accepted by anti-racists everywhere, well, that’s fairly insensitive. The actual definition of racism = prejudice + power. Racism is systematic, prejudice is not. Yes, a Black person can be prejudiced against me for being white, but a Black person cannot be racist against me because there is no power system controlled by Black people that can racially oppress me. Do you see the difference?

Here’s a tip. This, as a white person, has helped me out a lot in the course of my life and my attempts to deal with my ingrained racism. When people who have been racially oppressed start talking about their racial oppression, shut the ever-living fuck up and listen. You and I have no idea what it’s like to be oppressed because of our race, but that doesn’t mean that we have to flat out deny any attempt to grasp what it may be like. Listening will make you better. Closing your eyes and holding your hands over your ears and screaming about your poor white feelings, however, won’t.

alladis!!!!!!! all of it!!!!!!

White people don’t get it.

I’m not a POC and I still get it.

Why is it so hard to accept that you’re privileged? And why get so offended when it’s pointed out? Facts said like this never fail in getting white people riled up or defensive.

I was out with friends when they told me they couldn’t wait to celebrate tonight, using a phrase from a popular song: “Losing my Religion.”

It’s great that an entire belief system can be discarded for the sake of a few hours of festivities.

Of course, there is nothing wrong with drinking, smoking, and having a good time. But claiming to be a devout believer and abstaining from these things because of your personal beliefs only to discard said beliefs to have fun at a party doesn’t make you fun. It makes you like everyone else.

It’s not their fault, of course, because belief is just so hard.

They are a symbol to me; representing something I can clings to the fringes of my understanding. I see them on the days when my heart and mind are frayed and my grasp of hope loosens. They come, tumbling through the air in gentle majesty, prophesying a goodness that has yet to fail. For me, butterflies are something beyond insect, beyond biology. They are an idea that I have held on to even through the darkest days.

But, it was not always so.

When I was young, I used to play in the fields at my school after the day had passed and the sun was being swallowed by the horizon. I saw a butterfly fluttering amidst the grass. Its wings seemed to sparkle in the dying light, alluring my young eyes and piquing my curiosity. I chased that butterfly around for around for an hour. It always fluttered beyond my grasp, its soft wings slipping through the gaps in my fingers. After so long it seemed to relent and allowed itself to be caught. It perched on the swaying head of a dandelion and I was able to scoop it up with trembling hands.

I stared at the butterfly as it rested in my cupped hands amidst a pillow of willowy seeds. I had been so desperate to catch it and now it was mine, its wings fluttering as if to remind me it could escape at any second. I held it for what seemed like ages, but I had no idea what to do with it now that I had caught it. It was so beautiful that I was left dumb. I was overcome with a sense that this butterfly was more than just a pretty trinket – it was something that I could hold if I were tenacious enough, but could not keep.

In that clear moment, the butterfly flew from my hands, scattering the dandelion seeds to the wind. It sailed through the air as twilight became night and became more than a beautiful bug. It became an idea. One that I am not always sure I understand.

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CalamityWake

I’m having trouble with your reblog button on my phone. I’m also tired of reblogging anti-Ron Paul, anti-capitalism, pro-feminism, and support the troops pictures when my opposing commentary doesn’t show up on my theme. It makes me feel dirty and mentally retarded when outsiders see it without being able to see what I’ve actually said :p I’m not trying to disrespect any more enlightened troops that are now stuck there because they’ve already joined. Morally, I still completely detest everything that you (don’t really) have to do, but I can imagine how it must feel being stuck somewhere after you’ve realized that you don’t agree with it. I could just as easily be in the same situation, since I (not very seriously) considered the Navy to help with college at one point about a year and a half ago, before my political change. I’ve met a lot of stupid troops. Maybe it’s just because I’m from Oklahoma and they’re all God-fearing, Muslim-hating, conservative hicks that were brainwashed before they even joined. I’ve known a few that are libertarian, but for the most part they’ve expected gratitude where I have none. My main point on that photo was that I’m not going to support anyone working for the government, whether they’re a secretary in a congressman’s office like my siser-in-law or if they’re murdering innocent people for the fun of it without consequences. Whether you join for the benefits or because you’re brainwashed, you’re still not in any mental state to overthrow the government. I imagine people like you probably could rebel if given the chance and it really made an impact, but there are very few of you that I’ve ever met. All I’m saying is that if I can’t support most of them to be as against the government as libertarians and anarchists are, then I’m sure as hell not going to support the troops as a whole. It’s just not realistic.

I had to delete my reblog because the whole thing screwed up my blog too!

I get what you’re saying, though. You don’t see many people like me in the states because they don’t keep us there. I do hope you meet more of us, because we do take chances to “rebel” as much as we can. For many of us, support is a moot issue; it’s like wishing for rain in the desert. Many of us don’t want support from the people that don’t really understand how bad we are and we cringe when we get it.