—God had just picked up the Saint of Joy bodily and sat her at the edge of the table, and the Saint of Patience had his mouth at God’s neck, which was horrible—
[Image description: A drawing of Kiriona Gaia from The Locked Tomb. She is in profile, facing right with a hand on her chest. She has a chest wound with bone fragments in it and a cut on her throat. She wears a bone crown and a white unbuttoned coat. End description]
i think so much of that knee-jerk intellectual need to rationalize what’s going on, to bring it down to quantifiable “ok so like what am i supposed to do about it? are you saying i, progressive liberal, am responsible for this? are you saying i, really sweet zionist who donates to UNICEF, am complicit in genocide? are you saying i, american, am a colonizer deserving of death?” is just a complete shutdown at the thought of sitting with guilt and sadness, a fear of recognizing what’s happening to palestinians as something that is happening to real humans like you or me, because it is not something easy to sit with
the truth is personally, as an egyptian, i feel complicit in the genocide in gaza. as a bystander, i feel complicit. i feel a deep grief i will not be able to unseat for the rest of my life. it’s okay to feel a degree of shame to be alive in a world that allows this to happen. i don’t understand how it’s possible not to and i feel impatient with the need to be defensive. i am not defensive of this feeling. i feel like we are letting an entire population down, beyond my nationality, beyond the palestinians i know and love in my personal life, beyond anything else, as a human being i feel this because people are dying right in front of us in the most systemic, bureaucratic and barbaric method imaginable and we are helpless to stop it. so why would i be defensive? just accept the feeling and move on. there’s a genocide happening.
carlisle walked turned a bunch of hot people into vampires and made them into his “children” who despite being siblings are also all paired off into committed heterosexual relationships so that jod could run resurrect a bunch of hot people and make them into his “children” who despite calling each other brother and sister spend their eternal afterlife finding new and interesting ways to hook up with each other. amen
some stories are like. i will subtly imply the horrifying potential of the family structure to both facilitate and conceal patterns of intimate violence. and other stories are like you know what. let me just tweet it out
Four year old beekeeper distracted by a roly-poly.
Best picture in the world
[image description: a small child in a beekeeper uniform. they are lying facedown on the ground with their head lifted to look at something in front of them. they are wearing pink-and-blue floral rainboots. end image description.]
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