Y’ Know I’m Not An Ally or An Accomplice Or Whatever You Wanna Call It

To marginalized groups that I don’t belong to because I’m good or empathetic or moral or whatever.   Like I fight for other people’s liberation because I know that my liberation isn’t coming without theirs.   I don’t believe you can “abolish all hierarchies… except this one” and like honestly?  I know that if we have hierarchy some other motherfucker is going to be over me.  It’s so incredibly unlikely that in a struggle for social power I, me, one in like seven billion or whatever, am going to end up the big winner, the top of the pecking order that it’s like… y’ know? 

The idea of not being allowed to step on people doesn’t bother me, what bothers me is that people are allowed to step on me and like unless I stop stepping on people we’ll never be able to gang up on the people that are allowed to step on all of us, beat the crap out of them and change the rules.

Fuck condescending altruism.  Incidentally this is why liberal social justice is a crock, and why communist social justice rocks.

Self Flagellation Is Not A Way To End Oppression

I don’t care how bad you feel about patriarchy or homophobia or whatever.

Your hair shirt won’t help me.  Your self effacing jokes won’t help me.  Your asceticism and self punishment are not my liberation.

I don’t need you to hurt as much as I do.  I need you to help me stop getting hurt.

Don’t perform your pain for me as if somehow your suffering lessens mine.  Help me.

Your self loathing will not save me from society’s injustice.  Stop crying and help me up.