Take a break and a deep breath. You’ve nearly made it through May. ^u^
It’s easy for polite American society to condemn Cliven Bundy and banish Donald Sterling while turning away from the elegant, monstrous racism that remains.
this, like everything ta-nehisi coates writes, is a masterpiece—and you should stop what you are doing to read it in its entirety.
For a lot of young people, the question of which label to put on their feelings is nothing short of an all-consuming, obsessive anxiety. The closet door won’t budge, they figure, until they slide the right linguistic key into the lock. There is overwhelming pressure, both within the queer community and outside of it, to find the right label, and to use that label forever.
I’m going to make a suggestion. It might be controversial.
This is all pure, unadulterated bullshit.