In response to the idea that “humans are terrible” and the massive grief and helplessness I’m witnessing on Facebook regarding the on-going genocide of the Palestinians:
I don’t think humans are terrible, but I do think there’s a massive propaganda machine that wants us to believe this, that wants us to feel alienated from one another and as if we are all, somehow, enemies. If humans are terrible, then any and every kind of atrocity is ultimately justifiable. If humans are terrible than we stop trusting one another and stop believing in beauty and freedom and we stop fighting against injustice.
I think humans have been trained, on a massive scale, to be afraid and to feel powerless and to have “team spirit” in terms of choosing sides on issues of race and war and genocide and gender etc. There is an underlying and subtle spiritual philosophy that the Christian West has bought in to and that informs the way we perceive one another and it is, namely, that we are all, because we were born of women, naturally evil. An extension of this belief is that only by submitting to a higher male authority (a God, governments, war machines, etc.) can we have any hope of salvation. To believe in the terribleness of humans over our capacity for joy and generosity and peacefulness and helpfulness means that we discount our own realities in which we witness our beauty and deep capacity for goodness every single day. We accept the words and internalize the images and realities of those who have set themselves up as gods of the emotional and material resources of the earth, over the truth of our own experiences. In the world right now there are millions and millions, maybe even billions of gorgeously fierce people who are working for the cause of LIFE and JOY and PROSPERITY and EARTH LOVE and WOMAN LOVE, and HUMAN UNDERSTANDING. what would happen if we focused on them for a few moments today and tomorrow and the next day up until forever? #Solidarity #Palestine #Justice #Love #Hope #Joy
Luca is a bar tender, Tommaso a student and a rugby player getting all together with Photographer Francesco Cavicchioli and stylist Stefano Guerrini make a xtreme makeover turning out into male models outfitter in fashionable garments to captured an outstanding studio images.
Thanks to Alessandro Mancarella
Seth MenachemWe went to the party, and, as I figured, some of the guests laughed and made comments. One said to me, “Do you think this is funny? There are kids here. You want them to see this?” Another said, “You want him to be gay?”And I stayed calm. And I explained to them the best I could that there is no correlation between kids cross-dressing and being gay. And if he is gay, it’s not because of anything I did. It’s because he’s gay. And maybe it’s a stage. And maybe it’s not. But either way, I don’t want him to ever feel like he wasn’t able to express himself because his parents didn’t support him. And some understood. And some, trapped by religion or ignorance, gave us the stank face.Plenty of people are supportive. They’ll see my kids — Sydney with her long dirty blonde hair, and Asher with his short dark hair, and say, “I love your daughter’s pixie cut.” When I tell them he’s my son, they smile and say, “I love it.” They also apologize for confusing his gender, but I tell them, “Don’t apologize. He’s in a purple dress with sparkly shoes. How would you know?” I know there are parents who get worked up when you confuse their kids’ gender, but I’m not one of them.I get home before my wife most nights, so I was taking the kids out to walk our dog. They were dressing up in different outfits, my daughter treating Asher like her doll, as she tried various dresses, shoes, and headbands on him. And then Sydney told me she wanted me to wear a dress, too — “Oh my god, it will be so funny.”I said, “No,” but she kept begging. I said, “People will laugh at me.” She said, “If they do, I’ll tell them to go away.” And I couldn’t argue with that, as I squeezed myself into Carrie’s most flexible dress. We walked the dog on our block, and the pleasure my kids took in seeing their dad go out of his comfort zone trumped the humiliation I felt.Carrie pulled up to the house, and I saw her slacked jaw from the end of the street. She laughed. She took a picture. And she told me I better not rip her dress. And then we all went for a pizza.(My Son Wears Dresses And That’s OK With Me | Seth Menachem for xoJane)
―Frantz Fanon | The Wretched of the Earth