I just emailed my advisor and new professors about my gender identity. I start classes next week, and - per the good advice of a friend and my therapist - decided to contact them ahead of time to disclose my gender identity and preferred name/pronouns so we’re all on the same page from the get-go….
- Don’t come out as straight
- Don’t come out as an ally
- Don’t come out as anything
- Don’t pressure people into coming out
- Don’t out people without their permission
- Support people who do choose to come out
- Support people who’ve already been out
I used to be the one who said, “I don’t mind.”
”I’m Asian and I don’t mind”
"I’m a woman and I don’t mind"
"I’m queer and I don’t mind"
- So why don’t the rest of you just lighten the fuck up.
In fact, I’m Asian and I think it’s funny.
It’s just a joke.
You say it because there is a…
Hoping to get this boosted, because maybe it can save someone from hard times and get them a job at whatever establishment this racist ass manager is at.
(this was on NYT FB article posting about a (Black) mother Google searching her unborn child’s name to see what connotations and future it could hold for him)
And then you have people justifying this action. But a meritocracy exists right?
Andrew Moskowitz works for
The Cotton Warehouse*Monore Cotton Mills (how ironic), which is an event space in Atlanta Georgia. His supervisors Paul Rosenthal and Dawn Page, can be reached on Monday, 9/23 at (877) 305-6455. Thank you to @WeSeeRace and @HolzmanTweed for tracking down this info, verifying that he is employed there and also getting screen caps of previous racist Facebook statuses. Andrew, I hope you realize the error in your ways when you realize how difficult it is to find a new job because your racism has been exposed online for the entire world to see.
*edited to add: the company name was previously incorrect. apparently there are TWO event spaces in Atlanta that are former cotton factories. The number is still correct, as was confirmed this morning.
So I had a really unpleasant experience on Saturday night - a woman harassed me in a movie theater because of my guide dog and her perceived notion of “blindness.” I was going to blog on it, and I still might, but the whole issue got me thinking about something related that deserves discussion.
I am not the first person you loved.
You are not the first person I looked at
with a mouthful of forevers. We
have both known loss like the sharp edges
of a knife. We have both lived with lips
more scar tissue than skin. Our love came
unannounced in the middle of the night.
Our love came when we’d given up
on asking love to come. I think
that has to be part
of its miracle.
This is how we heal.
I will kiss you like forgiveness. You
will hold me like I’m hope. Our arms
will bandage and we will press promises
between us like flowers in a book.
I will write sonnets to the salt of sweat
on your skin. I will write novels to the scar
of your nose. I will write a dictionary
of all the words I have used trying
to describe the way it feels to have finally,
finally found you.
And I will not be afraid
of your scars.
I know sometimes
it’s still hard to let me see you
in all your cracked perfection,
but please know:
whether it’s the days you burn
more brilliant than the sun
or the nights you collapse into my lap
your body broken into a thousand questions,
you are the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.
I will love you when you are a still day.
I will love you when you are a hurricane.
It is okay for us to mourn over Boston, and over Baghdad as well, and at the same time complain about the racist, retaliatory violence that we as brown people in and outside the U.S. are forced to suffer as a consequence of such tragedies. It doesn’t mean we are minimizing the “American” tragedy. It means that we are hurting in more than one way and looking to heal.
Stop dismissing tragedies, all tragedies, and/or policing people’s concerns about the outcomes.
Yesterday I learned that a friend of mine has started dating a guy with blonde hair. Which really doesn’t make any sense to me, because her last boyfriend had brown hair. When I asked her why she doesn’t find any brunette guys attractive anymore, she told me she thinks either hair color can look…