pigmenting:

february gets up and gathers her things. looks down at march curled like a cat and sleeping. runs a hand across his back. it’s always so fleeting, so rushed. she turns to the door and march rolls over, unaware. how gentle he looks now, she thinks as she slips out into the night. how warm like a child.

(via livkim)

till you reach for me, till you teach me

compostpile:

compostpile:

when it comes to consciousness raising you can spend time telling someone “crazy” is a slur or you can spend time explaining that what looks like “care” or “cure” or “mercy” to them is actually eugenics or abuse. one of these projects has to precede the other and i bet you can guess which one i would prioritize

you’re either going to build a base of clueless liberals who learn by rote to nitpick their language for anything with the remotest connection to ability, or you’re going to help them develop the alertness and critical eye necessary to recognize eugenics and abuse. i don’t think those things are mutually compatible in an immediate timeframe, because one locates both the root and branch of oppression in a disembodied cloud of language and thought, and the other locates it in the real material structures that we need to confront immediately in order to save actual lives. not saying “crazy” isn’t going to get anyone out of forced institutionalization

(via queerlove)