fuck a pile of ism's.- i mean, hell hath no fury like political scorn.
Not a feminist. Not an anarchist. not a socialist. not anti-racist. not pro-gay rights. not a democrat. not anything until i see everyone, not discluding myself, actually step up the the plate as it were, not fucking just fucking talking talking talking about ideals and ideas and rhetoric. Because i know very well that ideals and beliefs and rhetoric are very easy to vocalize, very easy to hold near and dear, very easy to make sound quite pretty and unassailable and make one feel that one is doing their part. The actions, the big fucking direct actions, if one has the stamina, the guts, the romanticism, are also very easy. the real answer lies only in admitting all those small things (and fuck also a pile of anti-lifestylism) all those awful insidious things that are constantly at work in our lives, destroying all our intentions before we can even realize we believe in them. and the real answer lies in realizing these things, working on them diligently. this is the most difficult thing and something that i never fucking see and this is why i am, for the moment, resigning from beliefs in progression. Because i am sick of seeing beautiful moving inspiring words. Because I am sick of seeing the things we do to one another and i am sick of the reason for that being pointed at the oppressor. Yes the oppressor exists. Yes the oppressor put us in this position and it is we, uwe people in the first world, we in a shitty fucking position but possibly the most optimal position in the world for enacting change, that keeps us there. the oppressor is alive and well and kicking because we continually give the oppressor their power back. we give that power back every time we use the oppressor as a cop out. every time we say, yes i am perpetuating this oppression but it is only because it is what the oppressor taught me to do, it is what the oppressor has told me to do. The oppressor still controls us because we refuse to take that power, that poder, that podere back, finding it much easier to make speeches and have radical beliefs than it is to face the demons we have in us and annihilate them instead of waiting for the oppressor the swoop in and take away the problems the oppressor gave to us. the oppressor put the majority of those problems there, or at the very least capitalized on them, and I will never deny that. But the oppressor isnt going to take them away and until we are willing to exercise them, as long as we still put everything on the oppressor for remedy, we will continue to be a giant fucking farce of everything we fucking believe. we will continue to tie ourselves up arguing about consensus re:turning on the light switch at anarchist/autonomous meetings and what women should look like and etc. fucking etc. and the oppressor will still be there, quite happy, having all the power that we keep giving to it by expending all our energy talking and believing with all our hearts, and pointing our fingers as formidably as we possibly can instead of healing ourselves, as we pat ourselves on the back and marvel over how evolved and educated we are. as we rip each other, ourselves, to shreds.