Where the girl gets to marry her nice young communist BF.
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Where the girl gets to marry her nice young communist BF.
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I’m torn between wanting to be like a “noted leftist theorist” and “…the discourse about me would be soul destroying”
And then I started reading theory and like… it gave me so many incredible and nuanced ways to describe my situation and the world around me, and gave me so many frameworks for analyzing situations and what not… that I can only say… read theory, and like I know academic language is dense and a pain in the ass sometimes, but like, once you get through the layer of dense academic language it’s like reading the secrets the bourgeoisie have been trying to keep from you all your life.
Sitting around a table, drinking mead and smoking Cuban cigars and discussing Goetic magic… I think we managed to tick almost all the “scaring fundies” boxes
But then I remember that I couldn’t enjoy it because I’ve seen how the system that creates that type of immense personal wealth grinds people down, I wouldn’t be able to forget friends unable to afford food, I wouldn’t be able to forget the pain and exhaustion of people dear to me, the death toll of the inhuman capitalist machine.
Then I wish that I was rich as fuck so I could fund the revolution.
Do you want tankies?
Do actual research and use accurate numbers, not guesswork or wild exaggerations.
Playing Solitaire
A lifelong communist who was actively anti-fascist and really cool.
I refuse to say whether or not I’m an anarchist because no one can tell me what a state in fact is.
The way I look is just a country girl’s idea of glam.
Dolly Parton – Backwoods Barbie
I’ve been thinking about this in relation to glam rock and the divide between the rural and urban proletariat