How can I get next to you if I can’t get next to your politics?
How can I let you touch me if I wouldn’t touch your politics with a ten foot pole?
Can I feel safe in the softness of your touch if you don’t feel led to question a culture where other men routinely touch other women violently?
Can we really cuddle if you have the option to not care about women and violence?
Isn’t that choice, the choice to not care about how the world affects the woman you’re spending time with, a violent one?
How can I trust you to hold me when your beliefs hold me down?
Damn. Who knew politics were so intimate?” —
How Chris Brown is Effing Up My Sex Life: A B-Side to Dating While Feminist - The Crunk Feminist Collective
The CFC continues to bring it. (via shanaelmsford)
^^^ …as they are wont to do.
I travel hazy and bedazzled,
groping for pockets of firefly light.
I beg train wreck, ask cluster bomb
of viscera, some mayhem.
Devourer of worlds, could be
I’m just the pinnacle of dumb fuck,
playing King of the Mountain
without a crown.
Everyone wants to know
whose side I’m on: I am
a devotee of the body,
of unfettered curiosity.
Like a DJ, I sample.
A smidgen of 50s crooner,
a pinch of gangsta rap,
the miracle of me
lucky to be so many,
happy my spurting heart
by nibble and caress.
I do my best to tell my beauties
what they mean, that each
glimmers like a gilded polygon
of sense and skin, that each
pulses like a wardrobe door
concealing a parallel world,
a real-life fantasy.
I stomach hurt better than most,
but feel the wrack of every leaving;
don’t tell me this isn’t loving.
Watch me hop from mouth to mouth,
and admit questions and hunger scar
our every move. The sweetest jolt
to existence can be a kiss,
so come closer, prismed bling,
my faceted firefly light
and fractal chaos, reveal me
one sweet something.
RT @crunkfeminists: “Gays want what straight people have. Queer people want what everybody in the world needs.” - D’lo,… http://tumblr …