This isn't good for me right now.
This blogging thing.
It's full of flashbacks and bad memories
That are entirely not okay.
I was and am really proud to have been involved with Jena and Afrosphere and RWOC and the WOC bloggers and the POC bloggers but
I can't at this point do anything but feel real helpless
and straight up
Disgusted.
I feel pushed out stressed out and am far to young to stroke the fuck out.
Somewhere folks is happy cause I'm about to step off.
I loved Elle's post about the white progressive blogosphere and I started and stopped a response to it so many times. Till I realized I could not get a post out that did her justice.
Elle who I love and adore PERSONALLY , me and Elle be conversing and I can't write about her.
I could write about our shared enemy but I couldn't sit down and be about the woman I ACTUALLY CARED FOR.
Jena was and is about taking care of OUR kids and I swear I BELIEVED people would be better. I believed that I would see better of folks . And I didn't.
I'm not snarky . I am actually and honestly feeling.
I am tired of people blithely rearranging history cause it suits em.
BFP says it best ( she tends to do that)
but the simple fact that white bloggers hold black kids up to this unattainable standard--if you retaliate in any way, you *deserve* to rot in jail for 25 years--the simple fact that they are patently unaware of or unable to grasp the historical *context* of racist violence in the u.s.--I don't know. Since I have been blogging, it's been a non-stop shit storm of defensive posturing and much too late apologies, over and over and over again. I don't much fucking *care* if these bloggers "don't get it" or "dropped the ball"--i care about introspection and self awareness, and both of those things are patently lacking. Patently lacking *over and over and over* again.
Our lives our fears our concerns aren't theory their real.And I lost sight of that
I was and always have been ( even when it's expletive filled ) been honest and direct with people.
It's who I am , and it's started falling to the wayside because I worry about will they try again to pretend we don't exist, or will they just find another POC that they like to denounce us and pretend what we said never happened.
After the last large feminist kerfluffle I wrote honestly To everyone involved
NO ONE got back to me after I poured my heart out.
and I said little to nothing because
I was protecting folks who didn't give a shit about me.
I am angry reactionary sad and troubled.
We don't get to be that.
We don't get to have feelings that way. It's not about the systematic devaluing of our kids, it's about our personal vendettas. It's not about us feeling unsafe, undervalued, unengaged, lied to and discarded. It's about who we don't like and who we aren't being fair to.
It's not about finding our EXACT WORDS parroted back to us, without so much as a direct by your leave.
It's about us not being nice.
It's about not being one of the adaptable ones.The ones who just won't fit.
It's not about actually you know feeling violently protective of our SELVES. But about being way to mean to people WHO ARE TRYING!!!!!!!!!
Cause we are after all prone to ridiculousness.
I mean everyone but us who are actually troubled know exactly what our trouble is and how we should handle it.
And you were right , i became so fucking consumed with proving people wrong with filling in other folks gaps I forgot my own self
I had a vendetta not a mission
I lost sight of the big picture, I got it back at times but reading this last month horrifies me in places.
I am not snide , I am not passive aggressive,
and I became that at times
because I was afraid
and rather than deal with it
I tried to be a smart ass.
I tried to hide the fact I was hurt that people who harmed me most were women, the fact that I live in a terrifying fear of being a target for violence. That getting my hits up meant for me an avalanche of racist, sexist, insults. Of recalling things and realizing wait i may have been traumatized by that
and the people i could depend on to defend me were getting to tired abused washed out worked out or full on attacked to truly build anything but our battle scars
Of all of this taking a backseat even in my own head to somebody ELSE
and being doing better than that
I keep saying our babies our worth it.
I am somebodies baby .
I am worth it
i will of course do extra special WOHHOO NEED TO KNOW POSTS
So I will take commissioned posts
But after it's jobs and life
Thus sayeth the Lorde:
I have come to believe over and over again, that what is most important to me must be spoken, made verbal and shared, even at the risk of having it bruised or misunderstood.
People who have been wonderful loving and supporting and caring have become honest to goodness friends and supporters
Read this blog
and until I can get back to what is truly important to me. To what I wish to build what is so important I can have it bruised with out bruising myself I do a disservice by continuing to write.
So elle I love you , not for what you tell any about themselves but for what you share with us about yourself.
I have to get that back.
Last one out turn the lights out when you leave
Love Me
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