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Virginvenuss - My Name ...is Unimportant

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@itsarifitz: black queer intimacy: a concept.
conceptual bc in film and tv, you don’t see this. our love isn’t there. the imagined worlds of hollywood don’t have brown or black queer inhabitants that are intimate with each other. when there’s a consistent erasure of your story from popular culture, you start to think your story, your love, your fears, your existence don’t matter. walking in someone else’s ill-fitting shoes, forever living through their experience, their eyes, their lens can be exhausting and uncomfortable. plus, bunions ain’t cute in any shade, boo. which is why i’m tired of white cis straight women in romantic comedies teaching me how to love. no shade sarah, i’ve just worn your shoes and seen through your lens my whole life. so, here’s mine. here’s how i love.