I don't know that I am allowed to be angry. I think most people who know me personally would be surprised to know just how constantly seething I am. I am cursed with a loud voice and my emotions tend to go like one of those faucets that emits water in barely a trickle and then a nudge of the handle and its blasting full bore and out of t…
I don't know that I am allowed to be angry. I think most people who know me personally would be surprised to know just how constantly seething I am. I am cursed with a loud voice and my emotions tend to go like one of those faucets that emits water in barely a trickle and then a nudge of the handle and its blasting full bore and out of the sink and all over the front of your pants and that is a horrible combination. So I don't feel allowed to let my voice rise even the slightest unless obviously in some kind of good humor because people, even those close to me, freak a little.
But is anyone, really? Anger is an emotion that society seems to want repressed. Like it's a "bad" emotion. Nor do I blame people, because for so many, the association of anger is with violence, and almost always from men. So whether it is allowed or not, dudes just take it and that sucks. My rage is expressed in print, or into a microphone, when expressed at all. The rest of the time it's just swallowed. Along with a lot of pizzas!*
*extra points to anyone who reads this and gets the John Candy/Dewey Oxberger/Stripes reference there at the end. You're welcome.
I think men of color are not allowed to be angry as much as white men, for sure. Angry white men are, like, the fucking thing. Everyone else gets regulated....
And.... I have lost my appetite for giving that any more space. Fuck the fucking angry white man (read: my father/brothers/exhusbands).
I love you and will happily stand here and watch you scream your head off if you want to. <3
I don't know that I am allowed to be angry. I think most people who know me personally would be surprised to know just how constantly seething I am. I am cursed with a loud voice and my emotions tend to go like one of those faucets that emits water in barely a trickle and then a nudge of the handle and its blasting full bore and out of the sink and all over the front of your pants and that is a horrible combination. So I don't feel allowed to let my voice rise even the slightest unless obviously in some kind of good humor because people, even those close to me, freak a little.
But is anyone, really? Anger is an emotion that society seems to want repressed. Like it's a "bad" emotion. Nor do I blame people, because for so many, the association of anger is with violence, and almost always from men. So whether it is allowed or not, dudes just take it and that sucks. My rage is expressed in print, or into a microphone, when expressed at all. The rest of the time it's just swallowed. Along with a lot of pizzas!*
*extra points to anyone who reads this and gets the John Candy/Dewey Oxberger/Stripes reference there at the end. You're welcome.
Boom shakalakalaka.
I think men of color are not allowed to be angry as much as white men, for sure. Angry white men are, like, the fucking thing. Everyone else gets regulated....
And.... I have lost my appetite for giving that any more space. Fuck the fucking angry white man (read: my father/brothers/exhusbands).
I love you and will happily stand here and watch you scream your head off if you want to. <3
Thank you. ❤️