I bequeath myself to the dirt to grow from the grass I love,
If you want me again look for me under your boot-soles.You will hardly know who I am or what I mean,
But I shall be good health to you nevertheless,
And filter and fibre your blood.Failing to fetch me at first keep encouraged,
Missing me one place search another,
I stop somewhere waiting for you.
final 3 stanzas of Song of Myself, Walt Whitman (1819-1892)
Someone who fears what will happen if women and transgendered people gain true equality, if all humans are able to marry someone they love, or any other thing that absolutely needs to happen before this fight is over, should not be babied into thinking their fears are reasonable. No matter how real that fear feels to them, it’s still illogical, irrational, and completely naive. The only thing they stand to lose is their ability to scream about being afraid without being seen as a bigoted fool.» On Gender, idealism, and endless Twitter fights (part 1) Audrey Penven
via @netk
Dancing all night doesn’t mean your true self is a dancer any more than running for your life makes you a runner or getting sunburned makes you a piece of toast.Burning Blog » Blog Archive » Does wearing a utilikilt and fuzzy boots make you more “authentic?”
Mass Incarceration and Criminal Justice in America : The New Yorker
Recent Comments