[photo: spray paint on concrete ground reads, “compañer@, i know that you are hurting but you are still alive, you will survive and together we will dismantle the systems that broke our hearts.” text is accompanied by a broken heart from which a fist rises. text in the heart reads, “racism, poverty, rape, war, homophobia, sexism, borders, STDs.”]
Anyone who says St. Louis isn’t great is just fucking wrong.
"We’ve come to terms with our deviance, our defiance, or love for fucking and flowers. We’ve pushed inward and outward at once; we’ve learned to hold one another even if it’s only that moment, that taste, that tongue to tongue or imprint of sweaty fingertips.
And still, we are loosing hope,. We wonder how our desires have led to an endless quest for Absolut voka, Diesel jeans, rainbow Hummers, pec implants, Pottery Barn, and the perfect abs and asshole.”
-Mattilda Bernstein Sycamore, “Why Are Faggots So Afraid of Faggots?”
Today survival means holding on to the parts of my culture that are sustaining, regardless of how maligned they might be—and rejecting the efforts to assimilate me that threaten my life by pushing me towards an unattainable ideal, and threaten the life of my community through the triple tactics of dividing, anesthetizing and absorbing.
Repeat after me:
I am not a problem
to be solved. Repeat after me:
I am worthy I am worthy I am
neither the mistake nor
i havent done comics in a while which is silly since im a comic artist
This is really cute and really true.
one of the biggest gifts i have received from sobriety is value outside of the approval of others.
Beer gardens, alcohol sponsored floats, the smell of weed floating by on the breeze at the festival—pride can be a hard time for sober queers.
I don’t usually have much difficulty in spaces where drinking happens—but Pride has a way of putting alcohol front and center, and I usually spend at least a couple minutes feeling isolated from the rest of the community and unable to take part in the celebration.
Lets take care of each other out there. The truth is that we’re not alone. There are tons of other queers in recovery getting our pride on in ways that don’t tear apart our lives. Please don’t let yourself feel alone today.
Today survival means maintaining my own sobriety, and reaching out to other queers in recovery—because each one of us we keep afloat is a win for our community as a whole.
(And also it means wearing this awesome tshirt! I love wearing it to big gay events cause all the other sobes come up to say hi :)