I feel sorry for all the kids who did poorly in school and labeled dumb by their schools, peers, and family, and worse, themselves. When in reality, it’s the system that failed them.
i write a lot. i have this little notebook that i carry with me everywhere.
porque este mundo es increíble.
i love tumblrs. because people these days are so quick to judge and if you happen upon this site, you get a whole different perspective of someone you thought you knew.
because sometimes we don't speak aloud all we want to say. and written words preserve the moment's intensity.
when i write, i think i look for/ hope someone will disagree with me. because they care enough to engage and sometimes i don't want to believe what i have come to conclude.
i'm self absorbed, passionate, vocal though sometimes internally, stubborn, will argue with you if you don't agree with what i think, interested in multiculturalism race relations psychology cross cultural, still figuring it out
I went with my grandma to the senior center today. I love seeing a place that means so much to someone because you hear them talk about it but you never see it, even if it’s a simple location like where they work. Her friends had me try the lunch they’re served- it was fish and noodles today. The seniors had a whole exchange going on- she gave her her extra juice, he snuck her extra salad. A chinese woman watched a white woman knit and they tried to communicate without english/ speaking much. They karaoked and I watched a woman slowly sing the words while moving her right hand, almost strumming the air. It was nice, my grandma’s popular. There was one point where she talked about the younger generation losing their language, their dialect and how sad it was.
"It’s a beautiful language, don’t lose it."
y’know, i can see how spending a lot of time on social media can make you feel like you aren’t doing things nearly as great as other people. it’s ridiculous how it’s come down to you posting the most beautiful photo doing X. keep in mind that nothing is really ever as it seems from the outside. both to places and people.
The most important reason why we need the word “cis” in our lexicon is because it tells the thousands of young trans people out there right now who are struggling with their sense of identity, some of whom do not even realise yet that that is what they are doing, that there is something that you can be that is not what you were told you could be.
I did not know the word “cis” when I was 8 years old, imitating the handwriting of the girls in my class. I did not possess this language when I was 15, and attempting to put on makeup in secret without the guidance of my mother or my aunts, and copying the clothing styles of the girls in my high school. I did not have this language when I was 24, with hair down to my waist, wearing my girlfriend’s clothes to work. I did not have this language at 33 years old, before I proposed to my wife, or at 37, when we decided to have a child before we got any older.
I didn’t even know this language at 40, when I finally understood that the days of my life were not going to be many more in number if I did not attempt to find out if the feelings I had been feeling all my life would lead me to a better life.
But I certainly knew the word “transsexual”. I knew the words, “Renée Richards” and “Wendy Carlos”. I knew the word “freak”. I knew the word “mutilation”. I knew the words “liver damage”. I knew the words “shorter life span”. I knew the words “no children”. I knew the word “faggot”.
We need the word “cis”, because those children need to know that their choices aren’t limited, not anymore. Those children need to know that the alternative to “man” isn’t “freak” and the alternative to “woman” isn’t “abomination”. Those children need to know that “abnormal” means “statisically fewer in number”, not “unnatural”.
We need the word “cis”, because all the children of this Earth need to know that “cis” is just one thing you can be, and not what you necessarily are.Gemma Seymour, 6 March 2013 (via gcvsa)
my sister and i both passed our driving tests :):) so nerve wracking but now it’s all good
I got locked out of my house today. It was a blessing in disguise because it made me walk to my aunt’s house. She happened to be off today so I told her about my immigration project for class and I asked her for her story. She told me about growing up during Mao’s rule and how poor they were, my grandma planting rice shoots in the fields, she kept saying “your grandma suffered the most.”
I haven’t written a long tumblr post in a while. More to say.
"Whether it’s youth of color or individuals with disabilities, your interests always seem to go back to the intersection of culture and the treatment and/or voice of people who historically have not had much agency or social capital."
I never knew someone could say that so concisely and within one sentence/ be that observant about my interests to find a commonality in them.
"your interests always seem to go back to the intersection of culture and the treatment and/or voice of people who historically have not had much agency or social capital"