The idea that racism will die out with the white baby boomers is a myth perpetuated by white millennials who do not want to take action and responsibility for calling out racism in their own generation. White millennials are not inherently less racist than white baby boomers and racism does not disappear with a generation. Racism is a construct that exists in all aspects of society, from politics to economics to social norms and activities. It can only be eradicated with constant and fervent dismantling of these powerful constructs in place and new generations must keep working at it. I’ve heard too many fellow white people say that when all these ‘racist old people’ die off then we’ll be fine but we all know that racism is not limited to old white people and that the alt-right is littered with white millennials. Check your friends and family on bigoted and racist remarks. Be a good ally. Sitting back for old people to die is not good allyship and you’ll soon see that they are not the only racists in power.
I was doing you a favor by playing the long game...
I too was playing yet another long game by holding on to this for so long.
SO I had read earlier today the owner of a previous job of mine passed away. This was a place that tried to screw me pretty hard and I took some pro revenge on. It drug up some angry old feelings, so why not take an equal dose of catharsis?
WARNING: This is a doozy so strap in if you dare, no TL;DR it wouldn’t do justice.
So this takes place almost a decade ago. I was working as a department manager for a fairly large privately owned pest control company. Their color scheme was black and yellow, much like the taxi’s the owner’s dad used to drive. Since the taxi industry would be around for ever(hello Uber/Lyft) so would this pest control company, (this is important later) or so the owner used to parrot constantly. My job was to over see the techs doing treatments and set their stops and generally manage assorted insect control services, inventory, payroll for that dept, etc etc. I had taken the job from the owners son who took it from the previous manager who they demoted and yet stayed in the dept…this is important later. The owners son was a late 30’s early 40’s man child. I mean if he had dialed it back a few degrees he would have been an awesome guy, but anytime booze was involved he was a mess. If it was weed, he turned into the stereo typical obnoxious stoner making nothing but bad Jamaican accented jokes. He also hit on anything younger than him that moved…while being married w a pregnant wife. But I digress, the owner was a piece of work too, old Jewish guy who was as racist as he was old, not with any kind of seething hatred. Just a “this is the way it is” type attitude. My fave line of his, “The sky is blue, Ch#@ks know math, N@&ers are lazy, Jews know gold. What else is new” Like it was the most clever thing of all time. Finally now on to the revenge and need for such.
I feel like I should clarify my issues with the infantalization of players, and it comes down to two things:
The first is that, in addition to just being creepy and I’d argue even insulting to the players, I’ve seen a player being called an “innocent baby” used too often as an excuse to call gay/bi men, as well as young women, disgusting for expressing sexual attraction to a grown man.
Secondly, the argument “he’s just a child, he doesn’t know what he’s doing!” is too common an argument used when 19, 20 year olds do/say racist/homophobic/misogynistic shit. He’s grown. He’s not an innocent baby and he should be held accountable for his actions.
I get it. You look fondly upon this player. Still acknowledge he’s a grown man.
Pidge is half Mexican and whenever someone wanted to give her shit back on earth because she didn’t “look Mexican/Latina” you know Lance was the first one to swoop in and put the gringo in his place and tell him off especially since his mother is a White Latina too and neither of them are here for this racist age-old ideology
so i was talking to virtuousfantine and thinking about how music is so americanised (or should i say americanized) and all you guys (even most australian people) know of australian music is like iggy azalea which is just depressing. so i decided to make a post celebrating the gems of aussie music history because like how can you live without knowing:
and just australian culture is pretty cool actually and gets very little international attention other than negatively and people like iggy azalea and acdc who just do stuff that’s basically american. like there’s more to australia than the harbour bridge and racism and homophobia, we have a v rich culture and it deserves more respect. please add your fave australian music to this list!
you truly think that the dumb shit you are writing is worth money, just because you are an ugly lesbian social warrior who never had sex. that is cute. i hate to break it to you, but you tell no stories, you tell bs. i would donate my used underwear to you as binder, instead of coffee, but i worry im not fat enough for that. maybe some black guy can give you a pity fuck instead. you might have to pay him for it, but that is okay, because you should support blacks.
you truly think that the dumb shit you are writing is worth money,
just because you are an ugly lesbian social warrior
I’m an adorable bisexual social justice bard, actually.
who never had sex.
that is cute.
Thank you! I am definitely both cute and powerful.
i hate to break it to you, but you tell no stories, you tell bs.
I don’t think you understand my tagline.
I mean, the ‘I tell stories’ thing was meant to indicate that I’m a writer and that I GM/run/storytell tabletop and live action RPGs. I literally tell stories. https://knitmeapony.tumblr.com/tagged/i%20wrote%20this at a start. You’re a little fixated on the activist/social justice bit of my blog – that’s only a bit. I’d recommend knowing a subject before you write about it.
i would donate my used underwear to you as binder, instead of coffee, but i worry im not fat enough for that.
I… don’t use a binder? Really, as we’ve discussed before, know your subject before going in. I’m also not sure you understand how a binder works, so maybe research that.
Also, it seems like you’re worried about your body shape – it’s okay if you’re very thin. I know some people will make fun of you for it, but tune them out. Be proud of yourself, be body positive.
maybe some black guy can give you a pity fuck instead. you might have to pay him for it, but that is okay, because you should support blacks.
Oh good, you’re racist too.
Basically, these are all the old tropes, nothing original really except maybe the used-underwear-as-a-binder thing, which is more puzzling than insulting.
2/10 – one point for surprisingly decent grammar, one point for effort, but still an abject failure, both as a troll and as a human being.
Hey..my name is ajlin im 14 years old..id say 14 and a half xD nevermind,i live in Macedonia in a small town called Bitola.I speak english(very well),macedonian(ofc),turkish,a little bit albanian and french(im still learning it *at school*). The main music genre i like is indie,rock but i listen to others as well,like pop? I only hate rap.I watch tv series like teen wolf(1L <3);pretty little liars;13 reasons why;the legend of the seeker…i also like memes,arts and everything grungy xD my all time fave movies are 10 things i hate about you and paper towns..the last couple of months i started thinking about having a pen pal and i started searching on “how to find a pen pal” and i came across this tumblr page.I just want to find a friend that is going to be there for me and listen to my deeper self that no one actually knows..of course i will do the same to you too.. im very shy but once i get confortable with you i am pretty crazy xD.i would also like to chat on social media but I really want to try snail mail and send cute letters and presents and stuff..of course if you want to too..so if you are interested message me..xo ajlin <3
Preferences: i would prefer a girl 12-18 years old..but a boy will work too..but please not someone that is racist homophobic transphobic etc..or a pedophile…other than that everyone is welcome to be my pen pal.
the thing with kat calling out jeffree that irks me is the fact she didn’t say anything about the racist and sexist things that he has said and which everyone has been talking about recently. she only used her voice and huge platform to talk about how he stole his logo, how he treats people, and him lying about building his cosmetic franchise alone (or at least giving off that feel of that he has always been alone). I had been following him on the majority of his social media and not once did I ever hear him mention kats name at all, which is why I say that he gives off the idea that he did it himself. I’m happy that she spoke out about him but that 13 minute long video should have at least included some of his famous racism and sexism imo.
I know people have talked about this before, but I feel the need to say it again.
Whether or not Donald Trump has a mental illness is irrelevant. Armchair psychologists and real ones have been proposing various ones he could have, and while that has its own issues, the reasoning for doing that often boils down to, we need an explanation for his actions. We need to know why this priviliged rich white cis straight Christian man who has never been told no in his life and has been able to throw away any toy he broke or company he drove into bankruptcy or woman who grew too old is a thin-skinned ill-qualified racist who is just as bad at being president as many people who watched his campaign knew he would be.
Particularly people of color. Particularly women. Particularly Muslim and Jewish people, and queer people, and poor people, and disabled people, and mentally ill people, and people who saw all the warning signs of an abusive, ill-tempered, racist, misogynist, unsuitable man.
It must be mental illness, these people say, because there’s no other possible explanation.
I don’t know what’s going on in Donald Trump’s head. But I do know what he’s said. I know that he cares about people cheering about him, because he’s said it. And so he says things that will make people cheer for him, whether or not they’re true or rational or safe. I know he thinks of himself as a victim, and so he will present himself as a victim to the media, his own party, the other party, anyone who calls him out, anyone who doesn’t cheer loud enough. He is the victim when other people are killed, he is the victim when he threatens other people and someone tells him to stop.
But the thing is, do you know who else does that? Conservative Christians. White men. Nobody does victimhood better than Fox News during the holiday season, when someone dares to say “Happy Holidays” instead of “Merry Christmas” or they have to look at a menorah or public schools don’t explicitly favor Christian holidays quite as much.
Donald Trump is your racist uncle complaining about immigrants and Muslims. Donald Trump is your transphobic grandpa who doesn’t think trans people should be invading the military to get surgery. Donald Trump is every Fox News piece on the War on Christmas and the war on white people. Donald Trump is every Hollywood film where a 60-year-old actor is paired with a 22-year-old actress.
I don’t care if Donald Trump has a mental illness. Having a mental illness doesn’t automatically disqualify you for any job, not even President of the United States. But being a racist, misogynist, queerphobic, abusive, unprepared asshole should.
Mmm... yall need to pay for uni but im stittin there in poland where uni is free (you pay only for 'evening' or 'only weekend' uni)
One of our political party leaders wants to get rid of uni fees but he didn’t manage to win the last election bc too many people in this country are old and racist and want the conservatives to be in power so didn’t vote for him
There is nothing sexier than watching a man withdraw money from an ATM and knowing that money is meant for you. There is nothing more annoying than waiting for a man, that is too old, too unattractive, too much of a conservative, too much of a racist to really warrant your attention, to decide he is going to give you money. There is nothing more annoying than smiling and preening for a man you’d otherwise ignore. You’re tired, cranky, getting close to broke, in need of a vacation, and running out of foundation. Small talk is annoying. It feels like all you ever do is introduce yourself. You’ve done that and rattled through all of the things that make you unique dozens of times. So often, it stops feeling like you. It’s a script. A script so well rehearsed you find yourself using parts of it even when the situation doesn’t call for it. No? Not you? Just me? That’s fine.
I’m sugaring for a reason and for a limited time. I’ll elaborate. I’m sugaring for the funds to build a successful business. Once I have that business up and running, I’m leaving online sugaring alone. I’m leaving allowance talks alone. Neither are things I enjoy. I do, however, enjoy nice things and trips that I don’t pay for. So, I’ll be free styling. No more talks of allowance. Talk, instead, of buying me property, trips, and continued educations classes that will make me a better person. I just need to make a few more dollars and I can make my dream a reality. Or so I thought.
I woke up one day and realized that I have already been gifted every single thing I need in order to make a business work. I was gifted art supplies. I was gifted the furniture I needed to set up a dedicated creative space. I was gifted the laptop, iPad, and phone I wanted to run my business. What in hell was I waiting for?
I was waiting for the fear to die. I didn’t think anyone would care about this blog. I didn’t think anyone would care about my words. I didn’t think anyone would care about my voice. I started writing anyways even though I didn’t really have anything to say. And you have almost daily reached out to me and loved on me in a way that has left me breathless. In spite of that, I was still afraid. You loved my words but would you love my paintings?
I realized that if I continued to let fear and doubt shackle me to the rock of perpetual indecision I would never know if you would love my work or not. And I’d add another weight to my shoulders: regret. I rolled up my sleeves and got to work.
My paintings and writings are fueled by the same emotions that pushed me to start this blog: loneliness and a desire for inspiration and motivation to keep pressing forward.
We as sugars, as sex workers, understand loneliness in a way very few people do. The truth is no one gets being a sex worker the way other sex workers do. No one gets being a sugar baby the way other sugar babies do. But we’re a hard bunch to connect to, to form bonds with. Despite our ability to finesse money from a man’s wallet, we find ourselves awkward around sex workers we admire. Did we say too much in that message or ask? Reveal to much to this woman we respect? Are we bothering her if we reach out again? How do we develop a friendship with this faceless, nameless entity that we’ve fallen in love with based on words and images alone? I didn’t know. I was blessed with @lustington and @brownstatuesquesugarbaby; with kind words from @thotianaxoxo. They saw past my awkwardness and stuck with me; responded to me when I messaged them. I will forever be grateful for that. And for the deeper bonds I forged with brown and lust.
But I didn’t always have them. I did, however, always have my pen and my easel. I followed my usual habits and turned to them. Like Pinocchio’s Geppetto, I created the sugar friends I wanted. I based them on women whose stories I admired. Creating them visually and literally gave me peace. And when I put my pen down, when I set my paint brush aside, I felt emotions that surprised me. I felt connected to the sugar baby community as a whole. I couldn’t explain why at the time but my feelings of loneliness had lessened. It was as if having this piece of art, this visual cue, had the power to remind me with just a glance that I was not alone.
I felt motivated and for a woman that had quit the bowl twice before this was important. Every single woman I created embodied traits that I wanted or had. Every single woman had reached a point in her sugaring journey that I wanted to reach. I’d look at them and realize that I could reach whatever heights I wanted. I realized that they only thing stopping me was me. Looking at those paintings reminded me that to succeed, I would have to work. What’s more they made me want to work.
It shouldn’t have surprised me. I have always been a visual person. I see things and understand them. I love vision boards, inspiration photos taped to the refrigerator, and Pinterest. In fact, I’d tried, upon first entering the bowl, to find art for sex workers but nothing satisfied me. Everything looked as if it had been created by an outsider and was therefore for outsiders. Like I said, we all know no one understands sex work, truly understands, the way other sex workers do. I’ve satisfied my needs with these visuals and their accompanying stories. I’ve found a way to combine my love of words and painting. I’ve managed to ease my loneliness. And I’ve created a (what I think is) beautiful, daily reminder to never give up on my dreams or the unconventional path I chose to get there.
I’d like to now do the same thing I always do when something, anything happens to me. I’d like to share my art with you. Come back tomorrow. I’ll begin sharing the stories of 12 women who were inspired by fellow sex workers, fellow sugar babies. I call them The New Money Girls. You may recognize them. You may recognize yourself. See you tomorrow.
OLD RACIST WHITE WOMEN ARE CULTURALLY APPROPRIATING BLACK CULTURE
Old white old women are as usual given a pass to continuously appropriate black culture. Just look at their hair. They spend so much time and money getting their hair to look the same way black people have been oppressed over for years. Those “perms” they get done to their hair is the prime example of how racism still exists today.
I’m done listening to every excuse in the book for why one can’t own up to their racist actions. Enough with how they’re too old or too young to learn about it or understand it, enough with how their location or education (or lack of) prevents them from learning or understanding. Enough with that noise.
Excuse me, but do you believe that Muslims who were not behind 9/11 are still to blame for the tragic events of that day? No? Then why are white people as a collection still somehow to blame for the events of the 1960s and the Jim Crow laws and such?
I find it interesting that white people manage to send me questions like this regularly.
Now here’s the juicy part. People like this asker always take the time out from their day to challenge Black folks like me who talk about our experiences with white supremacy and anti-Black racism. That same inquisitiveness and argumentative vigor is never directed towards actual white supremacy. They remain silent on stop and frisk. They remain silent on gentrification. They remain silent on broken windows policing. They remain silent on Rockefeller drug laws. They remain silent on the disparity of convictions for the same crimes committed by Blacks and whites. They remain silent on redlining. They remain silent on predatory lending from banks that prey on Black communities. They remain silent about the hundreds of thousands of Black people in prison for minor marijuana related crimes as marijuana is slowly decriminalized and incentivized as big business, complete with barriers of entry that ensure that only wealthy whites enjoy and benefit from this so called decriminalization.
As all this is going on right in front of them, they still have the temerity to ask nonsense like this. They envision racism as this overt thing where white people are screaming ‘nigger’ at Black people. Well, even by that definition I’ve got you covered. That old fashioned, extroverted racist is here too. They harass me everyday. From emails, to messages to reblogging my posts only to call me nigger, monkey, baboon, ape, savage etc. Not every once in a while. Every day. Now I have a strong disposition and I’m excellent at ignoring faceless cowards, but I’m letting you know that this is happening everyday.
This is where people like this asker will say they didn’t know. Fair enough. Sometimes you need to get hit with a hammer to get the point. Let me show you a recent example of that proverbial hammer. Just yesterday, an enthusiastic white supremacist reblogged one of my posts. Click here to see what he wrote. There are entire groups of them who go around doing this everyday. That’s all they do. The online harassment of Black people is literally their mission.
Now that I’ve given you one example, I’m sure going forward that you’ll address white supremacists like them with the same vigor that you’ve addressed me with. I’m sure you’ll be sending them messages to denounce their overt racism, telling them that their actions are unacceptable. You will stand up and check their behavior, right? Take the time out of your day sending Black people messages and lecture white people championing white supremacy and inciting violence against Black people for a change. Send them your messages. Let’s see you tackle that head on.