I Forget How to Party

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It's pride month, and as a queer and trans person this is the time for me to celebrate, but while my white queer friends are dancing their booties off, I, as a person of colour, want to crawl into a ball and cry over the racial violence I'm seeing.

This chapter is a space for people of colour to talk about the hate crimes, the AME terrorist attack, the asylum seeker abuse, and even...Rachel.

I would like to hold this space for the girl that played dead in a church while a white man gunned down black women and men in an act of terrorism.

I would like to hold space for the Dominicans of Haitian decent that are being ripped from their homes.

I want to hold space for asylum seekers turned back to their beginnings poorer and more scarred. For asylum seekers whose bodies make it to their destinations easier dead than alive.

I want to hold space for queer and trans people of colour whose hearts are not in the dance, whose pride is lost in the violence.

Who are you holding space for? Do you need us to hold space for you?

We're here, and we're holding space. Join us?

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⏰ Last updated: Jun 19, 2015 ⏰

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