So, most of the people I talk to are really great.
We're crap activists
we're not cool
we're bad queers
we're too shy
we're terrible activists.
we show up to the rally and hover in the background
and we don't want to speak
because we're not part of the community
and
we're afraid we don't know enough
and
we don't wanna accidentally represent someone else
and we're so
aware
that we're really fucken' terrible activists
because we're career focused
because we love our painting degree, our international politics major, our science degree, our ngo internship
and it's our fault that we don't have enough time
to get smart enough
to put our time
into being the best queer superheroes that we can possibly be.
but we feel so small, so silenced, so
fucken' bound and tied up an unimportant in our careers sometimes
And we wish we had the right words to just ask everyone to represent us
just a bit
or let us represent ourselves
or even
let us be an'
we're learning, slowly,
how to love ourselves,
how to love our lovers,
how to love each other.
An' we're too shy
an' we're too stupid
an' we're not part of the community
but we don' know what we're doing
an' you are so beautiful
an' we just wanna love you right...
so we help each other out
an' share blog posts that we found
an' we right each other text messages
that are so long an' compassionate an' so full of love an' reflection that they might as well be blog posts
an' we hold each other's hands
'cause we're not waving
an' we're not drowning
an' we just wanna keep our heads above water.
an'
we worry that we're not queer enough
'cause we
love giving blow jobs
or we love our butch cis boyfriends
or we kinda pass as straight an' our girlfriends kinda pass as straight
or we hate gay bars
an' we just don't get the fucken' dress code.
an' unlike all the real queers all our friends were straight
until one by one, they turned out to be gay...
An' we love our straight, cis, girly housemate
an' even though we believe in autonomous spaces
we believe in autonomous spaces
we find them kinda terrifying an' we wish she was there to hold our hand.
and we hold each other's secrets
right until we're full up
an' sometimes, when we think about all the things we found out together,
about ourselves and about each other
we realise that we're just as subversive as the folks we're in love with in the blogs we read
an' we really. love. each other.
we love each other so much
We love each other so fucken'. much.
because we're not sure if we're heaps more privileged than other queer folk
or whether we're so shyandcrapanddumb that we're on the margins of the margins
an' we call each other to check if we're ok
an' we call each other to talk about a rihanna film clip, but we're secretly calling each other to check that we're ok
an' we come along to the party that you're cool hot ex is at
and we come along to the party that you're cool, hot, almost-ex is at,
And we all secretly think of each other as total babes, but we're so fucking deep in it
that we can't stand the idea of dating and losing each other
an' we screen each others' lovers
because we don't give a fuck what holes they have
and we don't give a fuck how they identify
but we're like airport security
we take jokes about anti-consent terrorism extremely farcken' seriously.
And we're friends because we both asked the dumb question in the first year lecture
that it turns out we're still asking three years on
And we go to the head of school to complain about fucked up courses together!
and we take each other to the abortion clinic!
And we're not out to our parents!
And sometimes we see our psychologists more than we see each other!
and we're so proud of each other for getting out of bed that we don't give a fuck what we choose to wear!
and we reserve judgement for the folks who threaten our freedom!
And we'd really like to be out at work but we're fucking terrified of losing our jobs!
and we hold each others hands at the party or the movie screening or the rally when everyone else present is so fucken' cool!
and we might be absolutely-terrible-idiot activists with the wrong priorities
but we do have a community
We are a community.
an' we're flawed, an' we're scared an' we're shy an' we're fucken' amazing.
we're not cool
we're bad queers
we're too shy
we're terrible activists.
we show up to the rally and hover in the background
and we don't want to speak
because we're not part of the community
and
we're afraid we don't know enough
and
we don't wanna accidentally represent someone else
and we're so
aware
that we're really fucken' terrible activists
because we're career focused
because we love our painting degree, our international politics major, our science degree, our ngo internship
and it's our fault that we don't have enough time
to get smart enough
to put our time
into being the best queer superheroes that we can possibly be.
but we feel so small, so silenced, so
fucken' bound and tied up an unimportant in our careers sometimes
And we wish we had the right words to just ask everyone to represent us
just a bit
or let us represent ourselves
or even
let us be an'
we're learning, slowly,
how to love ourselves,
how to love our lovers,
how to love each other.
An' we're too shy
an' we're too stupid
an' we're not part of the community
but we don' know what we're doing
an' you are so beautiful
an' we just wanna love you right...
so we help each other out
an' share blog posts that we found
an' we right each other text messages
that are so long an' compassionate an' so full of love an' reflection that they might as well be blog posts
an' we hold each other's hands
'cause we're not waving
an' we're not drowning
an' we just wanna keep our heads above water.
an'
we worry that we're not queer enough
'cause we
love giving blow jobs
or we love our butch cis boyfriends
or we kinda pass as straight an' our girlfriends kinda pass as straight
or we hate gay bars
an' we just don't get the fucken' dress code.
an' unlike all the real queers all our friends were straight
until one by one, they turned out to be gay...
An' we love our straight, cis, girly housemate
an' even though we believe in autonomous spaces
we believe in autonomous spaces
we find them kinda terrifying an' we wish she was there to hold our hand.
and we hold each other's secrets
right until we're full up
an' sometimes, when we think about all the things we found out together,
about ourselves and about each other
we realise that we're just as subversive as the folks we're in love with in the blogs we read
an' we really. love. each other.
we love each other so much
We love each other so fucken'. much.
because we're not sure if we're heaps more privileged than other queer folk
or whether we're so shyandcrapanddumb that we're on the margins of the margins
an' we call each other to check if we're ok
an' we call each other to talk about a rihanna film clip, but we're secretly calling each other to check that we're ok
an' we come along to the party that you're cool hot ex is at
and we come along to the party that you're cool, hot, almost-ex is at,
And we all secretly think of each other as total babes, but we're so fucking deep in it
that we can't stand the idea of dating and losing each other
an' we screen each others' lovers
because we don't give a fuck what holes they have
and we don't give a fuck how they identify
but we're like airport security
we take jokes about anti-consent terrorism extremely farcken' seriously.
And we're friends because we both asked the dumb question in the first year lecture
that it turns out we're still asking three years on
And we go to the head of school to complain about fucked up courses together!
and we take each other to the abortion clinic!
And we're not out to our parents!
And sometimes we see our psychologists more than we see each other!
and we're so proud of each other for getting out of bed that we don't give a fuck what we choose to wear!
and we reserve judgement for the folks who threaten our freedom!
And we'd really like to be out at work but we're fucking terrified of losing our jobs!
and we hold each others hands at the party or the movie screening or the rally when everyone else present is so fucken' cool!
and we might be absolutely-terrible-idiot activists with the wrong priorities
but we do have a community
We are a community.
an' we're flawed, an' we're scared an' we're shy an' we're fucken' amazing.