This piece written by rad fag is phenomenal and contextualizes the importance of recognizing that we cannot fight or support Black lives without being anti-police. This is something I tried to convey in a piece I wrote a couple months ago for Richmond Pulse, but the message was downplayed and misunderstood as me wanting to imagine a world where we can live peacefully with police. That is not a world I believe can exist, especially not in the United States. Even if you haven’t yet imagined a world without police or policing, this piece will lead you on the path of thinking more seriously about it.
Whenever we say “police brutality” we are implying that the issues presently facing Black communities are isolated instances of violence perpetrated by biased individuals. This approach derails us from the deeper truth: That policing itself is brutality.
- Confessions of a Sexual Skeptic – Hazlitt
There’s a certain squeamishness that comes with admitting sex positivity isn’t your thing, because we haven’t yet figured out what the alternative looks like. For me, sex is not merely a recreational activity to pass the time but a psychic surrendering of near gargantuan proportions. I’ve had enough casual sex to know that I have difficulty expressing my deepest desires to people I barely know, and as a result, casual sex for me is basically an oxymoron; any sexual experience lacking intimacy and vulnerability just isn’t that hot to me—if the stakes are low, my pussy says “no.”
- Hunger Makes Me – Hazlitt
A man’s appetite can be hearty, but a woman with an appetite is always voracious: her hunger always overreaches, because it is not supposed to exist. If she wants food, she is a glutton. If she wants sex, she is a slut. If she wants emotional care-taking, she is a high-maintenance bitch or, worse, an “attention whore”: an amalgam of sex-hunger and care-hunger, greedy not only to be fucked and paid but, most unforgivably of all, to be noticed.
We Believe You: Survivors of Campus Sexual Assault Speak Out, which I think provides 33 narratives are distinctly different while mirroring hundreds of stories we have heard about college campuses not taking care of their students, especially not survivors who don’t fit the perfect victim narrative. It is not a perfect book but it is honest and doesn’t feel voyeuristic as many victim/survivor narratives can seem; we learn about and from the survivors, and at many times, we feel as outraged or sad or disappointed. It can be hard to read at times, but if you can handle it, I highly suggest reading it.
The Sisters Are Alright: Changing the Broken Narrative of Black Women in America didn’t tell me anything I didn’t already know, but it felt nice to see it in print: Black girls and women are magic. It is a short read, I think I read the whole thing during one day’s commute to and from work. We are reminded the struggle for Black girls and women is far from over, however, we have come far and continue to be resilient in the face of a whole lot of shit. We deserve to not have to sacrifice our mental health or identities to be respected or valued. We deserve to not have only each other to count on. Whatever you believe, the sisters are alright. Because of us.
Photo Credit: Pidge Pagnois
- CHICAGO: #LetUsBreathe Collective and volunteers are occupying a lot near Homan Square, the site of police torture of black bodies. They have been at what they reclaimed as Freedom Square since Friday. At the time of this post, they are on day 5. They are in need of volunteers for shifts and donations to keep the block party and occupation going. Follow them on Twitter to stay up to date on their needs and what they are offering to the community. Here is today’s list of needs; if you can drop off supplies or urge friends in Chicago to do so, please do!