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I love tumblr so much because it’s like “Here’s a serious essay on gentrification now cleanse your palate with this shirtless man.”
i love how ancient egyptian artifacts will have like light blue, light red, accessories and details on them, and to restore them to show how they’d look back then, these scholars repaint them these dark, rich, vivid colors. but then the skin will be mid brown on the artifact and yet they make it 10 shades lighter and suggest that the egyptians would be white lmao. what the fuck kind of logic is that? every paint they used gets lighter as it ages but mysteriously, if we restore it, the skin would be lighter as opposed to darker in real life even though every single other detail is recreated as darker like it would be back then.
i’m so over these studies that are like “the children of gay/lesbian couples perform better than those of heterosexual couples” because they basically still reinforce heteronormative nuclear families without really considering/examining/critiquing the ways in which non-normative families are constructed, queer or not, and how they’re influenced by race, class, gender, etc.
but i’m not a gay white man adopting little brown children so
sticks and stones may break my bones, but language dictates everything from social norms to legislation and it’s indeed often used to bolster violence and oppression sooOo
Growing up in a white family, did you ever wish you would have grown up in a black family or feel like you were missing out?
Yes, all the time. Don’t me wrong, I love my family and i think they did good with what resources they had, but as far as culture, my own identity and sanity i certainly never felt like i belonged and always felt lost.
I also grew up in a predominantly white city so i didn’t even have a black community i could connect with, it was literally just me and other transracially adopted family members going thru the same thing till high school. So i really had and still have a hard time connecting with my family members simply because i don’t feel like i have anything in common with them, it has gotten a bit better now mainly with my mom, we actually talk about race & racism quite a bit but it still feels like we try to tiptoe around the elephant in the room that “hey guess what, you have 3 black kids in your family, we are not and never will be white”.
People always ask me if i could’ve switched, would i, and that is always a hard question for me to answer. Growing up in a black family certainly would have made my life easier and less stressful, but i think i would have also taken a considerably different path in life and would not have turned out to be the person i am today.
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