August 2010
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Before I say anything, I just want it to be known that I’m not trying to start shit with Diariesofaboy.
I used to think like that. Before I even came out, I had decided I wasn’t going to be a stereotypical gay and in some ways, I’m still not, but I didn’t think I would ever…
You are absolutely right, my friend. I used to have the same opinion about Pride, but fuck that noise. Am I right!
Annoying trashbags can be anything: gay, straight, trans, bi. So writing off Pride because of some campy, scantily clad queens isn’t something I can do in good conscience. It goes without saying that we queers haven’t reached the mountaintop yet. And when you live in a world full of people determined to invalidate your personhood, wave your flag that much higher, be as femme as you want, gay the fuck out all the fucking time, wear as little as you want, and have all the butt sex you can. The queenier the better. The queerer the better.
Over-the-top queens are some of the bravest people I know.
My Mom does NOT have breast cancer. Everything biopsied was benign.
This is the best news I could get on a Friday.
Very VERY happy to hear this.
“The attack was an act of war, and our first responders defended not only our city, but our country and our constitution. We do not honor their lives by denying the very constitutional rights they died protecting. We honor their lives by defending those rights and the freedoms that the terrorists attacked.” —
Read the entire address at the link above.
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Just dropped off a form at the research services office. This two-block wall has me sweating balls.
On a brighter note, the people at research services are really nice.
Jason Stackhouse (via mindgrapes) (via rurorjuror)
This is…profound. Love you, Jason.
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In other news…fuuuuuuuuuuuuuck work in the morning.
May have gone to Madonnarama at Berlin.
May have danced my ass off.
May have shamelessly done some things.
Strong work, Devon. Strong work.
July 2010
Haha! Every time tumblr makes changes to their infrastructure, one of us has to refollow the other. We’re star-crossed bloggers!
some days even my lucky rocketship underpants won’t help
I think I want this quote tattooed on my body.
Fucking 55 driver saw me running and drove off.
I may be alienating queer allies, but who wants tacky allies?
I’m sorry, but if she were a worthy ally, she’d not be choosing to celebrate her unearned right to have her relationships legally acknowledged in a place full of people who don’t have that.
Beyond tacky.
It’s like eating a hoagie in the middle of a starving village.
Mostly enjoyable.
Leonardo DiCaprio didn’t overact too much for the most part.
It was nice to see Ellen Page not reprising a certain eponymous character.
I always enjoy JGL. I like to pretend that (500) Days of Summer never happened.
I expected a lot of obnoxious CGI. There wasn’t much CGI at all. I am pleased.
Actually…just this:
OHMYGODTOMHARDYTHANKYOUFOREXISTINGILOVEYOUSOMUCH!
Dear kid at State and Van Buren,
You are wearing a cable-knit cardigan sweater in humid, 89-degree weather. How are you doing so and not dying? I ask because your body obviously possess some sort of regulatory ability that defies human biology.
Just know that you are my hero and you are amazing.
-Devon
- company picnic at noon
- off tomorrow for Cubs v. Cardinals game (two fridays, two cubs games!)Oh God. God do I hate Cardinals fans. So glad I don’t live there anymore.
You know, Cards fans are way better behaved when they’re not in Chicago. They were perfectly reasonable in Kansas City. Civil even.
I know. I couldn’t believe it, either.
I may have to find an adequate substitute this weekend.
[Note: This article appeared in the Baltimore Sun newspaper and was written by a Caucasian professor of journalism at the U of Texas. A followup piece can be found here. ]
Here’s what white privilege sounds like: I’m sitting in my University of Texas office, talking to a very bright and very conservative white student about affirmative action in college admissions, which he opposes and I support. The student says he wants a level playing field with no unearned advantages for anyone. I ask him whether he thinks that being white has advantages in the United States. Have either of us, I ask, ever benefited from being white in a world run mostly by white people? Yes, he concedes, there is something real and tangible we could call white privilege. So, if we live in a world of white privilege – unearned white privilege - how does that affect your notion of a level playing field? I asked. He paused for a moment and said, “That really doesn’t matter.” That statement, I suggested to him, reveals the ultimate white privilege: The privilege to acknowledge that you have unearned privilege but to ignore what it means…
Pretty, pretty please read the entire thing at the source. It is fantastic.
This is good. But I actually like the related entry More Thoughts… more than this. Especially these two points:
1. White privilege doesn’t exist because affirmative action has made being white a disadvantage. The simple response: Extremely limited attempts to combat racism, such as affirmative action, do virtually nothing to erase the white privilege built over 500 years that pervades our society. As a friend of mine says, the only real disadvantage to being white is that it so often prevents people from understanding racial issues.
2. White privilege exists, but it can’t be changed because it is natural for any group to favor its own, and besides, the worst manifestations of racism are over. Response: This approach makes human choices appear outside of human control, which is a dodge to avoid moral and political responsibility for the injustice we continue to live with.
It’s important to realize that things like affirmative action, free health care, reduced-cost lunches, welfare, what have you, are not—or at least should not—be about reparations; they are about the fulfillment of the moral and political obligation that the privileged and owe to the un- or underprivileged. Injustice is injustice is injustice, and whether privilege comes from being white, or a man, or wealthy, or an American, or whatever: those of us who benefit from the arbitrary ways we divide ourselves from one another owe acknowledgment, understanding, and support to those who do not.
Every five minutes somebody asks me a question, or can’t find something, or calls, or needs something, or wants to sell me something, or anything else that can interrupt my goddamn work.
I just received a phone call in the middle of typing that sentence.
I’ve been trying to get this data analysis done for weeks. WEEKS. I just need two uninterrupted hours to complete it.
What a day.
I’ve read and re-read Mr. Williams’ letter, and I don’t get it, either.