#microgressions

Those who’ve followed me for a bit might notice how my language in changing. Not making things up or trying to trick anyone here.

I’m just really realizing how much energy and effort went into hiding all traces of my disabilities, my poor people’s accents, and in general, where I came from. 

When I get excited I’m letting myself talk like the people from my village rather than hidin’ behind fancy words to not make rich educated folks uncomfortable like I had to in order to survive for so long.

If I say something that offends ya let me know and I’ll reflect on it.

I won’t ever use these words about others unless we’ve mutual trust and understanding, but at the same time there’s a lot of power I can reclaim by allowing myself to call myself the poor as shit gimpy hick son of a poor as shit gimpy soldier. 

I’m starting to realize how much subtle and crushing violence is contained is rich educated white folks telling poor uneducated folks to “check their privilege” and not to use words like “gimped, cripple, disabled as fuck” to describe themselves.

We’re not fukin’ “differently abled.” A lot of us are too poor and uneducated to even be “disabled,” we speak our own truths when we call ourselves gimps, crips, and crazies.

If that angers you you might be a liberal.

I can’t smother myself for your comfort any more.

You will not rob my people and those I love of our voices any longer. You won’t make me rob from them for your comfort either.

I’m fukin’ done being yer unknowing emotional grease monkey ye greasey as shit elitist fucks

Die mad about it. 

Are We Too PC for Our Own Good?

Photo: moralmatters.org

I’m usually for political correctness. The movement is directed towards two marginalized groups that I’m born into, being a female and being a minority. The original ideals of the movement fought to restrict hate speech geared towards people who don’t fit the dominant social quo. It also sought for more diverse perspectives from minorities, females, LGBTQ, and others to…

Sometimes I wish I could react by shrieking like a pterodactyl and biting the offending party in the arm.