Hat acolaþ, hwit asolaþ,
leof alaþaþ, leoht aþystraþ.
Æghwæt forealdaþ þæs þe ece ne byþ.
(Heat grows cold, white becomes dirty, the beloved becomes hated, light becomes dark. Everything which is not eternal decays with age.)
"I’m not necessarily “Queer” in Cherokee contexts, because differences are not seen in the same light as they are in Euroamerican contexts. I’m not necessarily “Transgender” in Cherokee contexts, because I’m simply the gender I am. I’m not necessarily “Gay,” because that word rests on the concept of men-loving-men, and ignores the complexity of my gender identity. It is only within the rigid gender regimes of white America that I become Trans or Queer."
Qwo-Li Driskill: “Stolen From Out Bodies: First Nations Two-Spirits/Queers and the Journey to a Sovereign Erotic” (via livelaughawesome)
Not a TWoC, but the point is very much relevant to our struggle within white-centric society.
Along with “shibshib of shame”, I could also introduce the “burqa of bullshit” - use a veil pun, and I would be happy to see you spend the rest of the lecture being that veil pun.
“Behind the veil” means you spend the rest of the day living behind it.
“Under the veil” - you live under it
I really want to become a lecturer on Muslim-y gender-y someday just so I can introduce my ‘shibshib of shame’. “Throw your orientalist analysis of the Muslim soul my way, and I’ll throw this Muslim sole your way”
#promise to try
Little girl don’t you forget her face
Laughing away your tears
When she was the one who felt all the pain
Little girl never forget her eyes
Keep them alive inside
I promise to try… but it’s not the same
Keep your head held high, ride like the wind
Never look behind, life isn’t fair
That’s what you said, so I try not to care
Little girl don’t run away so fast
I think you forgot to kiss, kiss her goodbye
Will she see me cry when I stumble and fall?
Does she hear my voice in the night when I call?
Wipe away all your tears, it’s gonna be… all right
I fought to be so strong, I guess you knew
I was afraid you’d go away, too
Little girl you’ve got to forget the past
And learn to forgive me
I promise to try… but it feels like a lie
Don’t let memory play games with your mind
She’s a faded smile frozen in time
I’m still hanging on, but I’m doing it wrong
Can’t kiss her goodbye…
but I promise to try