Not enough talk of gay sex and gypsies.
Ngoc Loan Tran, “My Movement Mom”
That is…. Every damn thing I’ve been trying to say, for years, about academic understandings of oppression, in a nutshell. I get so frustrated with it I could smash my head on a wall. Not only don’t you need academic understanding, you don’t even need understanding of language, any language (and I’m talking about language disabilities here) to understand this stuff in your bones. I used to say, “You don’t need to know the word freedom to know when it’s being taken away from you.” And I just… I’m so glad someone is talking about this because everywhere on tumblr all I see is people discovering academic models of oppression and forgetting direct experience and approaches that don’t fit the academic mold.
I’m not good at abstractions and ideologies, and I’m less and less able to fake it, so this stuff has always felt like hands pushing me away. People thinking they’re better than me because they’ve discovered how to use all the perfect ideas fit them together make jargon about something…. Something I feel in every bone and every pore and everywhere, something I react to from my guts, something I don’t do academically, and often the academic stuff feels like poison to my brain, then my brain wants to throw up to get it out of my system so I can just act on what I know do what I need to do.