Being American Is Cool And All But Being From A Fun Country Is So Much Cuntier

“You want straight hair bc that’s what you don’t have” so close! I want to look whiter because I don’t think I’m native or arab enough to be pretty as a brown girl!

I ain’t never met someone who does bjj who’s mentally well. Theyre always like “im punishing myself by not tapping” or whatever. Cringe. I just let men manhandle me because yeah. Never actually executed a fucking move on anyone bc nobody’s my size or weight class. Incredibly sad tbh

Fucking beautiful

Radichick 🐥 Douglas

Those mcr fans scare me. I say this as an mcr fan but like why are yall so scary. Why do you only see Catholicism as inherently erotic. Why do you infantilize every fucking member of the band. It’s art. PLEASE be normal adjacent about them 😭

The “respectable young woman” you’re letting watch your children is actually a queer puppy drinking the rest of her salad dressing like it’s a shot because she’s bored while she thinks of what colors her ribbon skirt is gonna be and debates buying a collar

“But there are other genders” but I want this one. I want this identity to be mine but it can’t be because I’m not fucking Tsalagi enough so I can’t have that. I don’t get the privilege of growing up in a community but I get all the generational issues

I promised a part two so here it goes. My letter to America and racism culture within Italian American culture.

50 years ago I wouldn’t be white. I mean, I’m not white. But I wouldn’t have had white on my passport (don’t ask me why it’s white on my passport) because I’m Italian. I’m not even Italian I’m Sicilian but to most Americans that’s the same thing. They think I’m being pompous and obnoxious about where I’m from. Like I’m more special than other Italian Americans. But like.. no? The opposite in fact??

Back in Italy, Sicilians aren’t white. Sicilians are dirty. They’re mixed and disgusting and their skin is too dark and they’re too poor. Back in Italy, my accent alone tells people what they need to know. So how does that relate to me, here in America?

In America, existing is confusing. My mother (the whitewashed Tsalagi woman) thinks I’m white on my dad’s side. “But Tala why the fuck does this matter?” I hear someone asking. Because you need to understand the difference between being Italian and Sicilian. It boils down to the fact that Sicily was colonized a trillion times. We had to do genetic testing for medical reasons, here’s what I found out. I’m Arab, black, unspecified Asian (dunno why they couldn’t specify), Greek, Italian, and ofc white and Native American. Those last two are from mummy dearest. Everything else is from my dad. Sicily is a mixed race culture. That’s why Sicilians look so different from each other. Because it’s not a genetic set, it’s mixing races. It’s a beautiful thing and a beautiful culture, but being Sicilian doesn’t make you white. You can be a white Sicilian the same way I’m Arab-Greek Sicilian, but it’s not an automatic designation.

If you’re sitting here wondering why the hell that matters, dw so did my friends before I explained it. Imma give you some examples of things that happened to me.

In meetings at the balboa park house of Italy, saying I’m Sicilian got me a ticket to having change my shirt bc a 40 year old woman purposely spilled her wine on me.

In 2023 I got called a Dago (a slur I haven’t heard used as one since my incredibly fucking Sicilian history teacher explained its use in America back in the day) because I had a Sicilian flag on the back of my jacket.

So yeah racism against Sicilians is still a thing and I’m tired of some of y’all acting like it isn’t.

I’m just saying that commercialized landlords are not ravioli approved, HOWEVER, a couple who owns a duplex and rents it out to one family with good pricing in mind is actually the opposite of landlord=bad. There’s a reason rental properties became a thing, let’s not forget that

OW. OHMYFUCKINGGODICANTEVEN

Inspired by It Takes A Village (by Beguile)

This is for DDBA s1e4.

Matt plays tough to everyone but only Frank knows better, that's the title stands for: wounds only you can see.

For now I guess Frank is the only one who knows all the stories and gets to see Matt's vulnerability.

So far they're much alike each other indeed but Frank wouldn't let Matt to be another him. (I hope

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