white girls who want my culture’s bindis and saris and henna
take my skin colour too
and my dark brown lips
take my self-hatred because i don’t fit into the euro-centric ideals of beauty
take the oppression too
take the history of colonization that has devastated my country
and the drones that currently devastate my country
take all the bad stuff too
not just the pretty, shiny, sparky bits
take the ugly, dehumanizing and shitty parts too
Sorry, I don’t believe in pure imagination. Everything I write is a fictionalized diary entry. Tom S will back me up; even when you think you’re writing crazy pretend shit, you’re actually revealing truths about yourself that even you don’t realize on a conscious level. Years later, as you’re marketing the book, you’ll suddenly recognize what you’re telling strangers, and you’ll pray no one else does.
Henry James said, “A novelist sells to strangers, for three dollars, the secrets he would not tell his closest friend.” ( paraphrased, here )
asked by Anonymous
No kicking. No screaming. Just have some fun. Years ago, as a beginning writer, I sent my agent and editor letters stating my lofty goals and never-say-die determination. I felt I had to draw a line in the sand and share my vision so people would expect big results from me. The trouble is… they still have those letters filled with my youthful enthusiasm. The spooky thing is that I’ve managed to accomplish most of what I stated I’d do.
So, share your vision so that people can use it like a gun to your head. To motivate you, I mean.
asked by sleepinglizards
instead of watching the 50 Shades trailer, why not just make awkward eye contact with a total stranger at the grocery store for a solid 2 minutes and 34 seconds? you get the same skin-crawling, uncomfortable feeling but without the shitty writing, terrible acting and massive dose of rape culture