u/Eulogii

Not drunk, just rambling this time.

I will never forgive SJWs and hoodrats for collapsing our social capital. We bear the scarlet letter now and maybe indefinitely. We're so heavily disliked we're not even allowed to be (rightfully) upset at the prospect of being compared to men without being labeled as "transphobes". Once again, I say that souls apparently cannot be contained in "ugly" vessels. Everything and everyone that isn't beautiful is an "empty creature" lacking in emotion, intelligence, desire, or humanity--or at least not permitted to express any of this. Because how dare we pretend to be "human" when we are an affront to it, apparently.

For example: look at how people react when street dogs bark vs when people yell, and consider how humans would normally react to both scenarios. Dogs are received with irritation and "people" are received with concern. Sympathy is considered for the human-attributed.

I hate how aware I am of all this shit. Unfortunately, I'm afflicted with the curse of Cassandra. I'm cursed with knowing, even when I think I want to live in denial. I can't help but notice, and many times I hate how often I'm correct. I hate that I'm so skilled at magnifying and deciphering subtext. I hate how opaque people actually are. How obvious the truth is, and yet still see so many black women in denial. Makes me wish everyone was made of glass so I could unknow them, un-perceive them.

On a high note, I think it's metal as fuck to be hated by the biblical Antichrist. To offend, disgust, and just downright repulse the tangerine devil-in-chief feels like a God-given superpower. The whole "rejection is God's protection" schtick that's otherwise just mega cope should be worn as a badge of honor.

Semi-drunk rant, but I need to dump this thought vomit somewhere.

The thing is: I don't hate being a black woman. At all. I think we have one of the most unique experiences of humanity (to many, that is below humanity, but I digress) one can have. We get to witness and be victim to the most primal, superficial sense of perception. We aren't afforded a soul to bear with our ugly vessels, no. We've committed one of the greatest transgressions one could ever commit... We had the fuckass nerve to be UGLY.

Sometimes I joke about us being borne of Lilith instead of Eve if all this religious nonsense turned out to be true. We've made the reputation for ourselves as being rebellious SJWs, so I think it's somewhat fitting. It pisses me off to still see so many black women be compassionate when compassion is rarely reciprocated. Our burdens are constantly mitigated or outright dismissed--because we're "ugly". Think about how silly, animalistic and absurd this shit sounds. I've seen comments talking about how our "lack of desirability" is the reason black men of centuries past weren't as inspired to build vast kingdoms like European men for their women. Like literally blaming US for THEIR shortcomings. Incredible. Absurd.

There's even a deliberate attempt at our erasure: "only the fathers need to be black for the children to be black". You have every other race dog-piling us for cool guy points with them. It pisses me the fuck off, again, to see black women be as pathetic and desperate for validation as we are. I fucking hate the girlies in wigs, weave or whatever the fuck, It pisses me off to see black women bleach their skin because IT MAKES THEIR INSECURITIES GLARINGLY OBVIOUSLY, and the fact that they're insecurities in the first place irritates me. Like girl, get the fuck up. I know societal pressure can be overwhelming, but I wouldn't change this iteration of me to comply with society. I guess I believe there is divinity attached to identity, like each of my features were given to me to exist on this planet as I am, a special place for me here on Earth. I can appreciate temporary superficial enhancements or decorations, but scorching my melanin off, hell no.

Again, semi-drunk rant. I just want to hear your thought vomits, too.