It’s funny. Your muscles have a certain memory about them. That’s why we can tie our shoes or play piano without looking. But then you spend a long enough time with someone and your bodies memorize each other, you know? The warmth of your back, the pace of your heart beat. Your tickly eyelashes and the way your fingers would curl in sequence when I use to play with your palm.
“The main problem was I don’t like people in general and people my age in particular… I’m not a sociopath or a freak (although I don’t suppose people who are sociopaths or freaks self-identify as such); I just don’t enjoy being with people. People, at least in my experience, rarely say anything interesting to each other. They always talk about their lives and they don’t have very interesting lives.”
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Why is it that as a culture,
we are more comfortable seeing two men HOLDING GUNS,
than HOLDING HANDS?
“First they shooed away the bums, then they beat and bashed the queers, turned away asylum-seekers, fed us suspicions and fears. We didn’t raise our voice, we didn’t make a fuss. It’s funny there was no one left to notice when they came for us.”
It’s not about who you are. It’s about who they are. They are people who hate, and they divide, and they feed off of people who don’t fight back. You could laugh this off, but what about the girl who can’t? Who’s gonna help her?
Silence only makes them stronger.
So stand up for the people that are being bullied and bothered, one day, you’re gonna be the one that needs people to stand up for you. Being neutral does not help the oppressed, being neutral makes you an oppressor.
Soñabas con rosas envueltas en papel de seda para tus aniversarios de boda, pero él jamás te las dio. Ahora te las lleva todos los domingos al panteón.