We are the generation of the selfie and of self-induced sadness,
born in the same year that three of my idols would commit suicide.
Most poets die with the lights on,
but we all plan on drowning. We are the generation of grounding
lightning into coffee beans, of pulling strings from the hems of our dresses until we unravel,
of leaving footprints in the gravel on the way to the edge of the world. I am a computer girl,
and I was born in the year of the boar. Maybe that’s why I’m a whore,
and my best friends are all pigs,
and I dig my own grave every time I open my mouth.
We are the generation of meaningless trophies, it’s true.
My parents like to tell me: “you
think that you deserve everything.” But we are a generation of scraping,
watching our parents cry over housing prices
and dying white clothes black to blend in.
We are children of the wind, born to land wherever freedom settles us
and we take our parent’s debt with us everywhere.
We are a generation of change and of chains, and mostly
I think we deserve any fame we can get:
thirty people hitting “like” on a status.
Girls posting photos of themselves naked have earned every moment of bliss
they receive from finding themselves beautiful in their own skin.
We are a generation of women airbrushed to perfection
and daughters taking pills to feel pretty again.
And mostly, I don’t like to make sweeping generalizations about my friends
but I think it’s okay
if at the end of some days we feel like relaxing,
taking a photo of our dinner,
telling two hundred near-strangers how lucky we feel
to be existing anywhere at all.
You know why women often say “nothing’s wrong” when something is definitely bothering them
It’s because men have been belittling, minimizing and mocking our emotions forever
And we are socialized to be as passive and undemanding and selfless as possible, and not to run any risk of bothering or angering a man lest he abandon or hurt us
It’s not passive aggression, it is fear
oh my god
and then its so highly regarded when men show emotions
the bisexuality vs pansexuality debate makes me wary as fuck. but at this point, i get nervous at anyone who isn’t bisexual talk about bisexuality.
but i’m honestly tired of the implication that bisexuality as an identity is flawed and inherently cissexist, and that i NEED to call myself pansexual if i want to be more inclusive.
like, no. i already think that bisexuality, as i and a lot of bi people define it, is an inclusive label. i don’t need a new name. i have a list of reasons why i won’t identify as pansexual and that’s my choice.
and like, pansexuality as an identity is valid as fuck. but people need to understand that it’s not the only label that’s inclusive.
I could very easily identify as Pansexual, but for a reason that I do not fully understand I prefer Bi. Doesn’t matter much to me, but I think my choice of word should be as important to you as it is to me. If I don’t mind, then you’re allowed to maybe mis-label me. If it was important to me, I’d expect it t be important to you out of respect. I think that’s the most important thing when it comes to labels.