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Aug. 27th, 2017 08:44 pmI am so tired and angry and strung out. What the hell is going on in the world? Why are we still fighting for the same basic freedoms? People feed hate to gain power, seemingly oblivious to the inevitability of that hate consuming them too.
I hate labels. They restrict and constrain and far too many of them translate inside my own head to 'fuck-up' to 'failure'. Never ever ever ever good enough; why aren't you doing more, Toni? Why so lazy? Get out there are fight. Stand back up and fix this shit.
Labels. Queer, feminist, nerd, divorced, renter, public servant, single, white, jewish heritage, descendent of refugees, hiker, climber, middle class, educated, privileged. Let's add some new ones. Angry. Sick of your shit. Tired of playing nice.
Don't admire my passion. Don't congratulate me on the quality of my voice. Get the fuck up and stand beside me. I do this because I can't see an alternative that isn't surrender. I do fuck all beside get up and try to be a version of me I can look in the eye: nothing more special than that. Not taking the cop out of just getting by and hoping the next generation takes care of it.
Maybe I was born with a freakish sense of justice and an over-active sense of responsibility. Maybe you just learnt to turn yours off and look the other way.
I'm so angry. Not at you - reader - not specifically. I'm angry with my society, with my peers and my parents, with our craven politicians and their corporate masters. I'm so tired of fighting this shit. Don't tell me to "keep the fire burning", get your arse over here and lend a fucking hand. I shouldn't have to burn out my anger to be the change that helps you and your children while you wring your hands.
I hate labels. They restrict and constrain and far too many of them translate inside my own head to 'fuck-up' to 'failure'. Never ever ever ever good enough; why aren't you doing more, Toni? Why so lazy? Get out there are fight. Stand back up and fix this shit.
Labels. Queer, feminist, nerd, divorced, renter, public servant, single, white, jewish heritage, descendent of refugees, hiker, climber, middle class, educated, privileged. Let's add some new ones. Angry. Sick of your shit. Tired of playing nice.
Don't admire my passion. Don't congratulate me on the quality of my voice. Get the fuck up and stand beside me. I do this because I can't see an alternative that isn't surrender. I do fuck all beside get up and try to be a version of me I can look in the eye: nothing more special than that. Not taking the cop out of just getting by and hoping the next generation takes care of it.
Maybe I was born with a freakish sense of justice and an over-active sense of responsibility. Maybe you just learnt to turn yours off and look the other way.
I'm so angry. Not at you - reader - not specifically. I'm angry with my society, with my peers and my parents, with our craven politicians and their corporate masters. I'm so tired of fighting this shit. Don't tell me to "keep the fire burning", get your arse over here and lend a fucking hand. I shouldn't have to burn out my anger to be the change that helps you and your children while you wring your hands.
