Posts tagged yes

burningmuse:

openhearteyeswings:

i want to cry in the middle of the indian ocean, enough to send you a hurricane,  making landfall by you before tuesday. it will remind you of my temper, how my fleeting sweetness was still a constant temptation for you. i want to hang upside down on the monkey bars of my termite-infested preschool and have you kiss your cigarette smoke back into me—let’s make my lungs collapse from your love. i want to stay awake for ninety-six hours and count how many seconds i spend thinking of you. you’ll find the tally marks written all over my limbs, i’ll make you spit in every burning cut i made into my skin. i want to jump from the bridge you were born on into the valley where mother buried her soul. i just to need her to tell me you weren’t a mistake, afterwards i’ll charm her into a proper grave. i want to walk on the moon before morning, and bathe in a meteor shower before resting on saturn’s rings. i want to feel every atom imploding beside yours. i want to scream out every lie i’ve ever told you if only it’d make you stay.

Staff note:  Excellent

post-colonial:

there is a pop/colloquial post colonial discourse that is gross to me and is common everywhere

maybe its because it maps out an epistomological terrain that preserves the master/slave signifier, it doesnt seem to be ‘post’ but ‘ex’

i often struggle to define the post-colonial, in ideal terms. as agamben suggests, a classless society is not one that has lost memory of class stratification; the post-colonial cannot seek a return to the past, it must forge new ideas about the future

most of us, including me, wield certain political discourses like a knife to stab the west without realizing we are constituted by those discourses and daily affirm historicist ideas aboutcolonized peoples; and its too easy to say ‘you are colonized, that’s why you dont speak in THE LANGUAGE YOU ARE MEANT TO SPEAK IN; thats why you talk about MARX AND FOUCAULT instead of ancient desi philosophers.’

its a bit more complex then that. english is not the colonizers language. english is a language that colonizers speak but that i also speak.

and when i have to roll my eyes at tired tired discourses, i have to also remind myself that people do not commonly resort to academia and books to sooth their pain of political violence, that they say what they think and feel and i have to see the limitation of their words as a limitation of their specific subjectivity

what this ends up being about, then, is situating my subjectivity because my personal subjectivity does not align with the experience of the pop post-colonial, the brown girl whose spent her entire life in america and enjoys the privileges of empire and has never grappled with the TIES TO NATION-STATE (citizenship) but still strategically sees herself as belonging to the nostalgic homeland

no that framework does not fit me as an undocumented person who belongs neither here among first world poc wringing their wrists when they arent being fed, body and soul, to the machine of capitalist production. i dont belong back in pakistan either, where my family may be murdered and has never been given the privileges of being complete citizens.

no i am not saying that first world poc do not suffer; i am saying i find it really weird to say i am colonized in the same way that the raj colonized my ancestors because i am not. i find it really weird to hear some of you say you were meant to speak hindi or guju or tagalog.

because- and maybe i can find others- there are people in this world, now more than ever, who are the anti-cosmopolitical subject in a sense. these are people who have incomplete citizenship and have never particularly belonged in any given place, and are constituted by only half-assed inscriptions of political belonging.

this is more of a realistic post-colonial than those affirmations of third world authenticity (are you more paki then me because your daddy is friends with men who run the world?), then those longings for a memory which frankly has never existed (your status as a third world person in america is not clear cut if you have never stepped foot in the motherland, hold american citizenship, barely speak the language, etc)

(Source: bare-life, via themindislimitless)

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quidbroquo:

one day, I am going to write a tv show called Con and it will be about this really hot chick who has no interest in comics but who likes to go to conventions dressed in perfectly replicated costumes of various sexy villainesses for the sole purpose of seducing Legit Nerd Boys back to their parents’ houses where she then knocks them out and steals all their mint condition first editions. She then sells them on ebay for outrageous sums and buys herself lavish gifts of self indulgent Girl Things like caviar that she spills over her body as she laughs maniacally at the idiotic man-children who succumb to her feminine wiles.

One day at a con an Actual Geek Girl™ catches onto what she’s doing and confronts her and then they become best friends and ruin Legit Nerd Boys lives and become rich and run off into a lesbian sunset together where they live happily ever after with their spandex and their misandry

(Source: captainmarvel, via gospeodcukra)