Slurs are not oppressive because they are offensive, they are oppressive because slurs by nature of being slurs draw upon certain power dynamics to remind their target of his/her/their vulnerability in a certain relation to power and as an extension of that, to threaten violence and exploitation of that vulnerability.
Jennifer Graham is Team Piz? Now I’m worried about the next book…
(apparently her cat just deleted the Logan scene) lol.
I think she meant the Logan-deleting cat is Team Piz, guessing by the photo, which I find hilarious.
Fuck that cat, seriously.
The cat is a Piz fan because of the way Piz kisses - reminds kitty of eating his dry food.
If you’re having a bad day here are a few baby animal pictures which surely should cheer you up! :D
I really do have to give major props to Frankie for waiting for Zach to “make a move”.
Us Zankie ‘shippers may be waiting a while and, TBH, nothing may ever happen. (Bc this is real life.)
But Frankie isn’t really pushing Zach beyond what he’s comfortable with and that’s awesome.
Frankie has said he takes a guy at his word when he says he is straight and if that guy really likes him he has to make the first move and really really prove it. So yea, Zach would absolutely have to be the one to go there and probably do so a few times before Frankie would believe it’s real and go for it back.
The thing I love about the Rance family is how they are just not engaging in questions about Zach’s sexuality at all, because that wouldn’t even be appropriate for them to. And yet - the implication of the things that they DO say is that they are taking his word for it that he is straight and are therefore defending his close friendship with Frankie as being totally okay as a platonic guy-guy interaction while also making it clear that they’d be totally fine with it if Zach were to come home and tell them he really was gay/bi/fluid whatever.
They do is in subtle ways by saying they have close friends who are gay, by saying how proud they are that Zach has no prejudices and how he got that from his family, by saying that they love Zankie and love the teamwork and friendship, by retweeting clearly shippy things about Zankie in a positive manner, by not making sweeping judgements like “no we KNOW our boy is straighty-mc-straighty-pants so stop asking already!” or whatever.
They’re just super cool and laid back about the whole thing and I think it’s fantastic that they are taking Zach’s lead and are talking about how him having a close physical relationship with Frankie is boundary breaking even if they’re just strictly friends - because they’re right. It is. And it’s so beautiful to watch.
And while I obviously LOVE the idea of Zankie being romantic and would just ADORE seeing someone actually come out on national television and have a gaymance on a reality show for a change - I don’t need for that to happen. I’m happy to just watch them do what they do and will continue to watch in fascination for as long as they’re both on the show together.
And to know that both families are 100% supportive of this thing - whether it be a friendship or something more - is just the icing on the cake. So thank you Rance family - for being so flipping fantastic.
I identify as a (queer) biracial woman of color. More often than not, others oversimplify my race by referring to me only as black, which is not the complete truth. I AM black, and very proud to ID as black, but not to the exclusion of also being white and also being biracial, with some of the privileges and disadvantages that those two experiences entail. For the majority of my childhood, I kept my mouth shut when people mis-labeled me (as a child, I IDed, or TRIED to ID, as biracial). The overwhelming majority of white people in the south, regardless of their age, labeled me as what they saw, which was a kid with brown skin. Being that the distinctions of race were either WHITE or NOT WHITE, I was lumped into a non-distinct group that made sense to them, but had little to do with my actual experience in the world.
The black kids in my community had no qualms about asking whether or not I was “mixed”, which they did politely and with no discernible judgement. It was just a method of trying to understand where we each fit into the world in relation to each other; it was the equivalent of white kids asking me what denomination I was (having not been raised in the church, the only answer I could come up with the first time I was asked was a tentative “Christian…?” while I secretly crossed my fingers in the hopes that this was the right answer. Apparently it wasn’t, because the kid replied with a roll of her eyes, “No, duh! I said which DENOMINATION?”. I had no earthly idea what a “denomination” was, because I thought a church was just a church, so I successfully changed the subject, having no idea at the time how “lucky” I was to be ignorant of religion rather than guilty of being the WRONG one). The black kids I knew growing up didn’t have to be adults to understand that the shade of my skin and the fact that my mother was white gave me access to the world in some ways that were not available to them; fyi, black and brown kids in America have wicked comprehension skills, which I imagine is not a matter of choice, but rather of survival.
Some biracial people, for a whole myriad of reasons, choose to identify as only one race, and whether or not you understand their decision, or even agree with it, it is really important that you honor and respect it. I personally challenge the idea that being biracial is not a legitimate racial identity, as most of the people in my past would have me believe, and every time I read or hear myself referred to as POC or WOC or biracial, it feels like a little victory that exists despite those people’s best efforts to dictate my selfhood with their limited comprehension of the world.
"Otters have a skin flap that forms a pocket so they can keep their favorite rock with them. They use this rock to break open mollusks when eating. Some otters go their entire lives carrying the same rock!” source
I … also have nothing else.
*stares in awe*
"Facing Race, Because…"
^^^^ How would you finish this sentence?
Facing race because it affects every aspect of your life, even if you turn away. Because not fighting racism, is condoning and perpetuating racism.
Because I am a black woman and no matter what, everything about my existence is based off of how “woman” and “desirable” I am to cishet men and how black women usually get the short end of their stick based off of how dark they are.
"because it’s a privilege not to" is why me and my fellow white people especially need to be facing race. We’re allowed to turn away from it when no one else can and that makes it all the important to make sure we don’t.