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IT MIGHT SURPRISE YOU TO LEARN, BUT

when your rationale for refusing housing is “my dad, who I love, got sick years ago and has been homeless for 5 years and i wouldn’t house him, ya know? That just isn’t how I like to do things with my space, ya know?”

I’m not going to sympathize with you.

Because your a scumbag piece of shit. 

6. A significant percentage of Rad Scum used to ID as trans*/non-binary CAFABs.

gcvsa:

biyuti:

Yeah. All of this.

Because, at the end of the day, no one is allowed to tell me I’m too light skinned to be Filipin@.

And looking for a special label, or whatever, kinda seems like more special snowflake shit when I already have gobs of privilege for having this light skin.

And, thinking about this a little harder, it is unclear that a complicated taxonomy of mixing is necessary as long as we keep in mind that no race is a monolith and all of the embrace a vast amount of diversity.

I am 50% Filipina, 25% English, and 25% German. Not a single one of those categories is 100% pure, possibly not even the Filipina part. Some of my family members believe that our surname may have actually originated with a European man, possibly a soldier, who somehow made his way to the island of Bohol in the Visayas in the Philippines, sometime during or even before the 17th Century. We are not sure. The European parts of my heritage are even more mixed around, with bits of Welsh, and probably Czech, Polish, and possibly other nations thrown in there for good measure.

My father, a physician who was born in Cebu, but lived for most of his life in Metro Manila, came to the US in 1965, just after the immigration laws were changed here. He met and married my mother, an English/German woman who was a first-generation Usamerican native with brown hair and blue eyes who was 5 inches taller than he, and I am their second child.

I married a white Usamerican person who comes from a German/Polish heritage, and we had a daughter together. My daughter is 25% Filipina, but she has light skin and blonde hair. If my characteristics and my ex-spouse’s combine as we expect, when my daughter is grown, she will be tall and thin with large breasts, skin that tans beautifully, and blonde hair. She will very likely give the appearance of the stereotypical beach bunny/surfer girl ideal.

Where I am visibly Filipina in most cases (aside from my height, which does lead people to grant me conditional white privilege), she will all of her life be perceived as white, but she is not, precisely, and I mean to see that see is educated in as much of her Filipina heritage as I can bring to her, which is, sadly, probably not as much as I like.

I know I have said this before, but it makes me sad in a way, that there are experiences in my life that she will never have to face, but at the same time, I admit to being somewhat relieved by that fact, as well. I worry, though, that she will face charges of cultural appropriation by those who do not immediately perceive her heritage.

I want this phrase burned into everyone’s minds:

“Because, at the end of the day, no one is allowed to tell me I’m too light skinned to be Filipin@.”

Maybe one day, my daughter will be lucky enough to go surfing with her female cousins in the Philippines, who seem to be mad for the sport! Que sera, sera…

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I also want to take another second to just marvel at how awful the world is that I get some sort of harassment just about every other day, which has made me almost incapable of interacting with people in public in a normal way, because the space I occupy in this world does not come easy, it has to be defended and fought for and justified all the time, so please just shut the fuck up unless you’re doing something to make that shit better for the people like me and the people who have it harder than me

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