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âItâs the nation that does not permit you to live.â
Death by Hanging (1968), dir. Nagisa Ĺshima
The context of the film is vital as it is relevant more than ever. The film is about an ethnic Korean in Japan who is set to be executed by hanging. Koreans have historically lived as marginalized members in Japan and have been heavily discriminated against despite many of them having all the makings of citizenship by being born and brought up in Japan. Oshima examines how the state legitimizes violence and racism as it permeates in the Japanese conscious of who is deemed worthy of life and who is not. An underlying theme is that guilty or innocent by state-set terms of criminality, marginalized people are guilty at birth.
i love when the woman in my bluetooth earbuds says connected... yes we are girl <3

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truer words have never been spoken
shdhdhdjdjdj theyâre talking about god not being real
âI have a hard time accepting diversity as a synonym for justice. Diversity is a corporate strategy. Itâs a strategy designed to ensure that the institution functions in the same way that it functioned before, except now you have some black faces and brown faces. Itâs a difference that doesnât make a difference.
Diversity without structural transformation simply brings those who were previously excluded into a system as racist, as misogynistic, as it was before.â
âAngela Davis
thatâs it folks
enough...........

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How do you fall back in love with life?
clean your room. Â clean space, uncluttered space, space that doesnât have miasma clinging to it can work wonders. Â clean the dishes. Â sweep. Â take out the trash. Â peel the clothes off the floor and wash them, and then actually fold/hang them. Â take a long shower. Â scrub behind your knees. Â brush your teeth. Â (this can be utterly exhausting, but try to get it done in a day, if you can. Â the end result is worth it.)
pull out your notebook. Â it doesnât need to be a new notebook, but preferably one that you donât usually write in, or that you havenât touched in a while. Â fuck moleskins. Â the yellow legal pad will work fine. Â sit in your room, or in the park, or in the library, and write a list. Â count clouds. Â describe all the colors that you see, and note patterns that arise. Â sketch the cracks in the walls. Â note the shape light makes when it enters a space. Â talk about what the air tastes like, smells like. Â what sounds are there? Â even the white nose, break that down: air planes, fans, cicadas, anything. Â remind yourself that you are sitting in the middle of a space brimming with detail. Â remind yourself that you are not in nothingness and emptiness. Â your world is fathomless. Â it has potential.
drink cold water and try to eat something that isnât processed. Â it does not need to be fancy. Â buy yourself an apple with the change between your couch cushions. Â eat it outside. Â if youâre someone who walks, walk somewhere afterwards, just to stretch your legs. Â take your fucking meds. Â remember that its a good thing that you are inside your body. Â your body is a fantastic and endlessly intricate machine, and even though society has smacked a bunch of poisonous ideas on it, that doesnât change its inherent worth and splendor. Â take care of it.
read a novel. Â underline your favorite lines, and write phrases that twist your heart inside your chest on the back of your hand with an ink pen. Â read a novel like itâs poetry. Â read poetry, something decadent but unpretentious. Â watch a movie you havenât seen before. Â if there are free art galleries near you, walk through one. Â take your time. Â let yourself bask. Â if there are patterns in what makes your soul ache, write those patterns down â marbles arches or soot crumbling bricks or dandelions or descriptions of dresses or whatever it is, write them down.
your chosen family is important. Â remember, they picked you as much as you picked them. Â the love has no obligation. Â it is given freely and it is given from a place of compassion. Â you are not a burden. Â if you need to breathe, take a minute by yourself and just exist, but remember to go back to your people. Â when they need you, listen and be gracious. Â always be gracious. Â the universe sometimes remembers things like that.
listen to new music. Â link jump on youtube or related artist jump on spotify or ask the chap beside you in the cafe what their favorite band is, and listen to that. Â listen to something that you donât usually listen to. Â we tend to tie up a lot of memory with music. Â we are falling in love again. Â the soundtrack needs to be specific to that. Â
allow yourself to indulge in romantics. Â press flowers in old books. Â play movies with subtitles and mouth the words. Â dance in your room. Â wear something that makes you feel good, even if you wouldnât wear it in public. Â write your chosen family letters, even if you hand deliver them. Â write poetry, even awful poetry. Â revel in its awfulness. Â eat dark chocolate and when your chosen family want to go out, try to go out with them sometimes, even if its just to the market. Â
self-portrait based on my reflection in this jar of peaches
Queer people canât ignore BLM when signs from the LGBT rights movement could easily be used for BLM today.
We only have parades because we had riots.
âBlue fascism must go!â - 1967:
âWhy are the cops fascinated by us?â - c. 1970:
âPolice & gvt violence increases daily - against the poor, minorities, women & gays. Are you next? Fight back!! For all of us! & For your own life!â - 1982:
âStop perverted cops.â - c. 1990:
âMourn the dead, fight like hell for the living.â - 1992:
âHow many more have to die?â - 1993:
âNYPD: your bullets are racist.â - 1999:
This year, pride isnât cancelled - itâs focused. Focused on the black LGBT people who fought for us and with us all along. Wake up!
CHICAGO (2002), dir. Rob Marshall.
If she's your girl then why did she drag and drop me into the middle of her word document, ruining her formatting?

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this person has recorded audiobook versions of the following titles that are available to listen for free on youtube:
women race and class by angela davis
are prisons obsolete by angela davis
our enemies in blue by kristian williams
revolution at point zero by silvia federici
I havenât met all of me yet.
What a lovely and terrifying thought all at the same time