anybody else tired of white folks? cis folks? responsibility?
im supposed to be packing right now. i been “supposed to be packin'” for days now. lol.
but im TIRED. tired of white people draining my energy, of cis folks feeling entitled to my name, tired of being too poor to afford the things i need, let alone the things i want.
when you’re poor and multiply marginalized, you are constantly in a state of precarity. when everything in your life is so tenuous, you do not have a lot of space to fuck up. because fuck ups cost you real shit. the other day, i overpaid my credit card bills so i didn’t have enough in my account to refill my metro card so i could get to work.
due to the fuckshit of a customer i was serving yesterday, i was over an hour late to take my afternoon meds. when my mood is relatively stable, taking it 15 minutes late results in a slight mood dip. but after the exhausting past three weeks ive had? im currently averaging a 2/10 on the daily. i spent the next four hours of work incredibly low energy, full of thoughts of self harm, and also hungry af–because my depression fogged up brain forgot to pack lunch for that day. (i don’t typically pack lunch nohow, do i look like i got lunch money and lunch energy? but i spent money i wasn’t supposed to spend on some good ass pasta from a restaurant with a name that slightly bothers me, and had wanted to eat the leftovers the next day. smfh, i can’t even feed myself).
like Ella Mai y’all i am TIIIED. I had wanted 2021 to go so much differently than how she is rn, it’s a lil ghetto (to quote a community member of mine loll). right now im struggling to put clothes into suitcases. i should be prepping for an interview for tomorrow morning, but im tryna figure out how to tell a friend im platonically in love with them. and also tryna figure out if the vibe is still the same in person, since we’ve haven’t been in person for so long. but also, emotions.
im tryna figure out how tf im gonna get all this shit im supposed to be packin to where it needs to go to begin with. im workin on a passion project that i can’t tell nobody about cuz it’s a surprise. except, i can’t work on it because i be fieldin calls left and right from my niggas at my university about the mishandling of an attack on Black Trans folx. I be tryna not sound like too much of a negro in applications, but be speakin negro to myself because im scared of losing another part of my culture. im out here tryna make playlists and take my meds on time, think about sex and not feel responsible for white women’s guilt. read a book or two. yameen?
let’s talk about that, actually. white women tears. white women’s guilt. white women’s “pain.”
white people go through shit, yeah. but white people seem to never realize that the way they operate in the world, nothing matters until it happens to them. and so when Black folx be like “fuck white people” we are not sayin “your pain is not valid.” some of us are saying, your pain is valid but so is ours and you ignored us so fuck you. some of us are saying “your pain is valid, and fuck you anyhow.” but lowkey, i feel like most of us are saying “what you are going through is ten thousand times more difficult for us, and we are still able to keep things moving. it feels so hard for you, because you don’t have as many losses as us, as often, or as intense. but we see Black bodies murdered everyday. we have our rights stolen from us from everyday. we have our lives disrespected, everyday. and it can almost always be traced back to white people. so fuck you, because none of us would be here if it weren’t for your asses.” or at least, that’s what im thinking when i say “fuck white people.”
not that i need to say this, but i have multiple white people in my life currently, and in the past, that i love and care deeply for. that i consider family, friends, even potential platonic partners (word of advice: as a QTBIPOC person, avoid gay men/men adjacent people at all costs. it’s not worth it, platonically, romantically, spiritually. ive only been hurt. gay men of color and those that are color deficient). including white women. this does not change the fact that (cis, in particular) white women are D A N G E R O U S.
White women who become teachers, particularly in communities of color, have the power to traumatize a Black or Brown kid in one second for the rest of their life. White women who have no idea how to do their fuckin jobs can have a person of color gone in seconds because they don’t like the “vibe” that they give off. White women are used to being protected, of society rushing to their aid, to defend them, to destroy for them. White women can comfortably live their lives without having to acknowledge the existence of those are not both “whyte” and a (cis) “woman.”
In other words, to be a white women is to be able to wield the sword of harm without having to think about accountability for a second. Cishet, able-bodied, affluent/ugly rich, white men may have the most direct capacity for destruction and harm of bodies, livelihoods, homes, and peace. But white women are just as dangerous, because their weapons are disguised in such a way that it can feel almost impossible to locate them as the cause of harm.
This past week, I felt responsible for a white woman’s tears. I felt responsible when she said “this is the most not okay week that i’ve ever had” (since the passing of an important community member). I felt responsible for her anxiety, her fears, her stress. And it was hard, it took a moment, but i had to ask myself, “does she feel the same for your wellbeing? for the wellbeing of your Black TGNC fam?” and the answer is, no the fuck she does not. her actions, behavior, language, and attitude towards me told it all. but i had been conditioned for so long to feel responsible for my abusers pain, frustration, anger, sadness. and so the same thing happens to anyone who is in a position of authority above me. and im unlearning it yeah, im unlearning it. because i know, no matter how fragile a white woman presents herself to be, her privilege can crush my throat in a blink of an eye.
so im carrying heaviness with me, yeah. im carrying other people’s bullshit, collecting performative displays of allyship like charms on a bracelet…but im also calling on my ancestors for guidance, for their wisdom. im also collecting moments of peace.
im overwhelmed, my body is stressed, so this was jumbled. there were coherent thoughts i meant to share, but now is not the time.
take a moment to listen to my beloved Bisexual Icon, Victoria Monét. Her new single, here. Here EP, JAGUAR, is also 🔥🔥🔥🥵🥵🥵