- “We’re your family, we’re allowed to make fun of you”
- “Come on, it’s just a joke”
- “toughen up and stop being a baby”
- “We’re just teasing”
BULLYING IS BULLYING NO MATTER WHO IT COMES FROM.
IT JUST HURTS A FUCKLOAD A LOT MORE WHEN ITS COMING FROM PEOPLE YOU TRUST
this post will often go weeks without a note
and then there’ll be a holiday
and it resurfaces
and that makes me sad
The thing about punk shows is that they have to be loud so that the sad, crazy kids who go to punk shows, and I mean all those words, sad, crazy kids, will forget for one minute that when they go home they will still wanna kill themselves. ‘Cause at home their lives don’t mean anything to anyone. So the thing about punk shows is that you get all these half-deaf, depressed kids and you get them in a room where they all hate the same thing. Themselves. And when the cops show up all that hate has somewhere else to go because, ‘those motherfuckers want me to go home!’
The thing about fighting the police is that they’ve got tasers, sirens, horses and handcuffs and all you’ve got is your fists and your blood just itching to get out of your body. The thing about being oppressed is that I’m not. I am young, white, straight and male in America. I will never know what it’s like to be kept from being something just for being something. But, what I’m trying to say is that you don’t have to be rich and white to keep someone else down. A black cop will wreck you just as beautifully as a white one will. So, oppression is not a race, gender, or sexuality problem. It’s a humanity problem. We were a bunch of kids just trying to make a home that didn’t feel like a prison. And all those people, and I mean that word: people, beat the shit out of us cause they knew they could get away with it.
Once, the cops broke into a show. The amps cut out. Everyone ran for the back doors. I was on my knees in middle of the pit. The PA was hissing like it had a secret. The officers were marching in, batons on high and I was shouting, ‘I’m a human being! I am not resisting you!’ And the thing is, I know they could hear me. They just weren’t listening."