This is creative writing exercise. Most of the work posted is unfinished, so comments and critiques are appreciated. My email is below in case you would rather send me your thoughts privately. Thanks for visiting, and I hope you enjoy!
The smell in the air when she woke let her know it was time to plant. It was a big responsibility being the grower of fucks. And it was one that she loved. After her breakfast, she took the old wooden box that held the precious fuck seeds and opened it. From these tiny, blue seeds, so many fuck plants would grow and bloom and spread their fuck bounty over the world. The little fuck flowers were periwinkle, her favorite color. Once planted, they spread across the globe refilling the world with fuck. After the flowers faded, she walked the Earth gathering the little, blue fuck seeds and waited for the air to notify her of the next planting season. It was her who ensured there were always fucks to give when needed. It was how she helped people retain her humanity, with these little fuck flowers. Now it was time to get to work. It was time to sow the fucks.
I had a request to put my fucks in story form, so here's a try.
The video quality sucks big time because I ended up on my kindle because my desktop is frustrating, my laptop screen was eaten by my puppies and I forgot to charge the batteries to my camera. :( But that's okay. I don't have to give a fuck about that today because I already gave all the fucks!
Man, I look scary there. Let's see if my vanity will let me post this.
So, y'all, after the clusterfuck that was Trump winning the election there have been protests across the nation because people are angry and because PROTESTING is one of the most American things that you can do. But ... according to my Facebook feed ... y'all are doing it wrong.
And you are upsetting white people!
So, I have researched and I have some pointers on how to protest
so that WHITE AMERICA (you know, America, like how the Evangelical vote was for Trump, except for the Black Evangelical vote, which is historically liberal.)
Let's start with our words.
Realize first that white people voted for Trump because of God, Economics, The Second Amendment and Our Children. (Did y'all even realize that white women had abortions?)
If a white person says or does or promotes or elects something that is:
Don't use those words to let them know. Actually ... Don't bring it up at all because those words are mean and white people are delicate with fragile feelings and letting us know that our behavior has a dangerous impact on people who are not white is bullying.
And white people are against bullying.
Unless you are a privileged, entitled, greedy, spoiled, braggy, white sexual predator ... and then, well,
that's just how men are, right ladies?
And if you are going to say anything about "Lives Mattering", then it needs to be ALL or BLUE.
Unless the person who killed the Blue Lives is a white, confederate-flag waving domestic terrorist. Then you need to concede that that guy is an aberration and a retard.
Speaking of which, if your child is participating in the protest, and they aren't normal, you know, they're special, then they need to be special in a way that doesn't make us uncomfortable or inconvenienced with their disability. I would recommend a verbal, attractive kid with Down Syndrome, like that girl that became a model, or that kid that got accepted to college. Maybe not so much the kids who the normal kids ask to prom. Because, they're okay when we want to admire our normal kids for giving up something important, but in person, we need a disability that we can see and feel good about ourselves for admiring that they can be almost like people, but not anything that we won't notice or will bring us down.
And speaking of broken, if you are going to have any veterans, they need to be maimed in some way. And the more horrific, the better, because we need to look at them and imagine what they were like when they were normal. And we want to be able to point to them as examples of who we should be taking care of, if we had the money, because economics. And, of course the vet needs to be a man, because women aren't really veterans.
Speaking of men, let's address the biggest problem with these protests. They are too diverse. You need to gather healthy white men (25-40) who regularly make love to their guns. They need to take those guns to an overpass and threaten law enforcement. (Call Fox News, don't tell them that you are specifically protesting Trump.) Then, those white men and their friends and THEIR guns need to seize some sort of federal building. If they can damage property, even better! If that property is some sort of Native or minority artifact, you're gold! Entrench yourself there and promote sedition! But, whatever you do, do not take your snacks with you! That's sissy. If you get peckish, demand your snacks like a man. Use this opportunity to lament the fact that we won't get taco trucks on every corner. We know this tactic works. America (you know, White America) approves of this method! Ask the Bundys.
(Some of you may wonder, could we use Native American men instead of white men? And I see your thinking there, as long as they didn't look too native or too white, but, no. White people will admire the mystic nobility of the Native American, but eh, seriously, they have casinos! AND they keep whining about mascots and won't let white people play with their pretty headdresses. As I have already discussed, that's bullying.)
There you go! Easy-peasy, right? I know you just needed a few little tips on how to protest so white people won't be uncomfortable. So, go fight the good fight, y'all!
So at the deepest depths of my despair, there was, unsurprisingly, anger. And writing while angry results in satire, which y'all know makes me uncomfortable. The thing about satire is that you just can't call anything satire and it be okay. There is a line between art and oppression, and I don't quite trust myself on that line yet. All of that written so that you know that if you have any critiques, I am open. (Unless you actually complain that this is mean to white people.)
I want to give all the reasons why
the following confession is a lie
but it's not.
I am a racist.
I am a 46 year old white woman who spent almost
my whole life
privilege and racism
run through me like blood.
I wish it weren't true.
I mean, it's not like I'm promoting white power
or telling racist jokes
or referring to the Them with the capital T
or giving the interview to Mary before Maria
or sharing the ugly meme
or asserting that, no, ALL lives matter
or doing the elbow sneak to lock my car door in the bad neighborhood.
I'm not even voting for Trump.
It's because I could not understand rioting until I read about Stonewall
(and even then I only pictured white men).
It because I only want to go to the restaurants in those bad neighborhoods
when I want really good Chinese food.
Because I forget that people who speak both AAVE and English
Because not so many years ago I would have been an all-lives-matter person.
Because I don't always speak up when I should because I don't want to hear the phrases
I'm not racist but ...
I don't mean to sound racist but ...
Any of my black friends will tell you that I'm not a racist ...
That's not racist, you're just
And there was probably some truth to the last one.
But I am not guilty anymore.
Because all my guilt ever did was make me deny my racism harder.
I can't change what I don't own.
And I own my racism.
I don't know if this one is done or not. I think it says what I want it to, but I'm not sure. It is one of those that makes me feel vulnerable, so it's hard to tell.
Also, since when CAN'T I think of a title for something? So obviously not finished.