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We are fucked

On climate anxiety and the need to rise up

Without title (post Christmas blues)

I didn't wake up today wanting to kill my parents (nor anyone else). I didn't wake up today wanting to scream all my hate and anger into their faces. Nor have I woken up with this feeling in my chest that something is crushing me. Finally. Merry Christmas!

The last few days have been hard, painful. Christmas blues. Today I see some light at the end of the tunnel. A sunny day. An emotionally calmer day.

Christmas Blues

Christmas. This shitty season. Family. Shit. Every year, Christmas in me triggers a depression, and this year the Christmas depression comes on strong. I usually try to escape, visit friends, and better yet escape to a country without Christmas (i.e., a non-Christian country). This year I haven't done that. Shit.

My queer body

For some years now I have defined myself as a genderqueer, a non-binary gender identity: neither man, nor woman, nor - in my case - at any point between the two extremes. I have come to define myself this way after a process of many years. I was assigned male at birth; I was raised and educated as a boy. In this process I have benefited from the privileges that patriarchy assigns to boys, but I have also suffered a lot and continue to live with my wounds and scars. I had a rather conflictive relationship with (my) masculinity, having tried to fit into various masculinities (hetero, gay...), with less and less success. I got to a point where I said "enough is enough", I was tired of being defined as a man, and of the pressure of fulfilling (or resisting) what it means to be a man in our society.

We take back pride

On June 29, 2019, as Bloque Critico - Disidencias del Sur, we participated in the "official" Seville Pride 2019, that is, the capitalist pride, depoliticized, mercantilized, homonormalized. But we are not silent! We reclaim our pride, a political pride, a pride of dissidence, a pride as revolt.



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by Dr. Radut