ok well since i can’t compete with martyred saints i’m gonna douse myself in gasoline and hang my body from the lamppost so that my shadow turns into bright lights,
banning pornography will not stop people from horny posting on your website but instead all the horny posts will now be about how someone wants to be a 2008 Volvo and have a butch mechanic change their oil and stuff like that
The Barbie movie reminded me about how when I was little my parents were upset that I kept making my Barbie dolls kiss, so they bought me a Ken doll. The next day they found me having a funeral for poor Ken in the garden, he had died of tuberculosis. All the Barbies were in attendance and I buried him under our rose bush. The Barbies were too poor to afford a headstone (it was 1875) so I didn’t mark where the grave was and I never could find him again. He’s probably still there.
ocean vuong’s writing is fundamentally shaped by his experience as a q/ueer vietnamese refugee and he treats it with the richness and complexity it deserves. if your understanding of his poetry is primarily through snippets and quotes on the internet extracted from this larger context, or you’ve had limited engagement with a full body of his work, and esp if you’re white, you have no right to call it or him overrated or clichéd. he is an extremely skilled poet if you’ve actually read all of night sky with exit wounds (his debut poetry book), but gets nowhere near the level of earnest engagement with his poems as richard siken or frank o’hara does by so-called fans. even if his style isn’t to your taste, you can’t ignore the way his poetry has been deliberately fragmented and truncated to fit the tastes & bandwidth of white (anti-)intellectualism
white ppl who like this instead of reblogging it owe me $10 each
