Sara Eckel, This is Why You’re Still Single (It’s Not Why You Think) (via aprettypastiche)
This is so true
You soak up others’ moods and desires like a sponge. You absorb sensation the way a paintbrush grasps each color it touches on a palette. The ethereal beauty of a dandelion, the shift of a season, the climax of a song, or a certain stirring scent can evoke such wonder it’ll behave as your very breath itself- moving through cells as fuel does to fire and wind does to waves.
do not fall in love with people like me.
i will take you to museums, and parks, and monuments, and kiss you in every beautiful place, so that you can never go back to them without tasting me like blood in your mouth. i will destroy you in the most beautiful way possible. and when i leave you will finally understand, why storms are named after people.
Following your interview on Oprah, your comments speaking on “the new black” has been weighing heavily on my mind. Maybe it’s the pure ignorance of your comments that has my mind rattling or maybe it’s because it’s the utter arrogance you have in thinking that you’ve somehow transcended your race. It wasn’t that long ago when I used to distance myself from other black people on the basis that I thought I was different. I thought I had somehow broke the mold because I listened to alternative music and knew what cosplay was. So ignorantly, I put myself into an imaginary sub category.
It wasn’t until this past summer, while watching the George Zimmerman trials and hearing all the hatred being flung in the direction of a dead child and his grieving family who were strangers to many, that the rose colored glasses I had been wearing broke.
It dawned on me that my blackness wasn’t something I could hide behind activities that had been deemed “white”. My skin will always be the first thing that will greet people at the door before my accolades or hobbies could even reach the door mat. So instead of being a part of the problem, I decided to be a part of the solution in destroying the idea that I was a special little snowflakes.
But that hasn’t resonated with you in your forty plus years of life.
You’ve decided to take it upon yourself and create an elite new group of black people that refer to themselves as “the new black”. Your money and success has blinded your consciousness and your empathy for your own race. You’ve decided that you were too good for us and went to extreme lengths to distance yourself.
Blackness isn’t a state mind. It isn’t something that you can market and sell to the multitudes. My skin color isn’t something I have to make work. People’s ignorance and blatant hatred is what I have to navigate through. You say that “the new black” people don’t blame other for their races, so let’s talk about how your comments are holding our race back. My dreams are boundless and doesn’t need erase my race in order to come into fruition.
A person comfortable in their “old” blackness