14 de Julio, 2007
So it's clear!
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LET'S GET SOMETHING CLEAR. I'm hearing things from people...some people think I'm a sell-out? Or in some way I have turned my back on something or breached some phantasmic ideological contract I never signed with anyone—because I post on Feministe? Or because I go to YearlyKos? And these are supposed to be my friends? No. My friend is the one who comes to me now and is making sure I know this is going on.
Sweet lord, this is something. Just really baffling.
You don't know me. You cannot lay out the parameters of my acceptable behavior. I don't owe your image of me three minutes of allegiance. You can't know my fate. How do you think you find something new? By saying no to sudden opportunities? I don't even know what to say to this shit. What nerve. Anyway, dig. My path is my path, and if you are ready to decide whatever—I'm a hypocrite, nothing to say, a traitor, who the hell knows—because my pen is a wicked weapon and people want me to guest blog or take part in things, or want to add brown sexy voices to their convention of wonder bread—then walk, and good to see ya go. I mean...I thought we were here together. Hell, I thought I could bring some bacon back home. But you choose now to shut me out? Chale, vato.
Recuerdas—I came online, if you recall, to embrace my ethnicity. And to shout out loud for the brown. Do you think I am not doing this by either posting on Feministe or going to YearlyKos? Did I violate your invisible code of Brown™ ethics?
to go to group logic: yearlykos = anti-brown (forever). the forever is implied.
—From an Instant Message, friend telling me of the "crowd's" dictum
Yeah. Way to work for change, people. Certain oft-quoted leaders I look to for inspiration would be very proud of you. Snort. Anyway, okay. I'm anti-brown, yeh.
If you ever really were a "friend"—or whatever youve been telling yourself—then why didn't you contact me and ask me for my experience or process? That's what a friend would do. So on that count, go. I could care less. My friends don't act like that. All you have done is identify yourself as Not-friend. If that's your initial reaction, if that's where you go right away, it's cool.
If you're so giddy about drawing sides, well. Make that box big, because I won't be in it. I don't want your brand of freedom. I don't need your fickle fearful solidarity. Your type of liberation means nothing to me. I'm goin' to keep going, just like I always have. Those who see some worth in chillin, will continue to do so.