I will be loud and vulgar and angry and me. So change your ways or shut your racist mouths. Use your liberal rationality to unlearn your contempt for me and my people, or shut your racist mouths.
I am not going to eat myself up inside anymore. I am not going to eat myself up inside anymore. I am not going to eat myself up inside anymore.
I am going to eat you.
— Rosario Morales, I am the Reasonable One (1986)
If we can’t write diversity into sci-fi, then what’s the point? You don’t create new worlds to give them all the same limits of the old ones.
On Friday, President Obama told America, ‘Trayvon Martin could have been me 35 years ago.’ But what went unsaid was this. In 35 years, Trayvon Martin could have been President Obama. But, we will never know. Because Trayvon was misrecognized; assumed to be a criminal. When he was just trying to get home.
Only in America can a dead black boy go on trial for his own murder.
— Syreeta McFadden (via llvnos
Until eating can be divorced from value judgments, it’s going to be difficult to repair a broken food system. Individual dietary choices are not made in a vacuum, but a world filled with pressures, and those pressures must be acknowledged in a discussion of what people eat, how, and why. There’s nothing morally superior about eating one thing and not another, and people need to stop acting like their fridges contain proof of sanctification.
This book gives me more information about penguins than I care to have.
In 1944 a children’s book club sent a volume about penguins to a 10-year-old girl, enclosing a card seeking her opinion.
She wrote, “This book gives me more information about penguins than I care to have.”
American diplomat Hugh Gibson called it the finest piece of literary criticism he had ever read.
All poems are love poems. Some poems are better off dead.
We spoke all night in tongues,
in fingertips, in teeth.
No one is going to give you the education you need to overthrow them.
It is necessary to fall in love, if only to provide an alibi for all the random despair you are going to feel anyway.
“Your body is a map I know every inch of and if anyone else were to kiss me, all they would taste is your name.”
— Clementine Von Radics
That’s why I like you. You are so busy being you that you have no idea how utterly unprecedented you are.
Let someone love you just the way you are – as flawed as you might be, as unattractive as you sometimes feel, and as unaccomplished as you think you are. To believe that you must hide all the parts of you that are broken, out of fear that someone else is incapable of loving what is less than perfect, is to believe that sunlight is incapable of entering a broken window and illuminating a dark room.