move to a large plot of land and start a tiny house village to have a place for my children to live a safe, loved, existence. kinda like TheVillage (m.night) without the scary fairytale to keep the people in.
the only fairytale needed is the reality of how the world is falling apart. and there should be somewhere safe for them to exist forever.
i worry, especially, for my son. i worry for him because, to look at him, in the current way the world judges and types people … he seems pretty cis white male … and yet, he hasn’t got privilege. in fact, he had to work for four year, 24/7/365 to just … gain words that so many others seem to naturally come into. he had to work for them. we had to. together. what a privilege. the neural connections that others are just naturally born forming … they are work for him. what a privilege.
he has white skin and a penis … he MUST be WAY ahead of the game, the world says. but the truth is … he is behind everyone else. when it comes to everything. words, skills, understanding, opportunities. he is literally behind everyone else. he is the first excluded from education. he is the first excluded from social opportunities. he is the first excluded from community functions.
and the world screams, because of his skin colour and his genitals, that is is privileged.
if money weren’t an object, i would build him a safe space, because he needs it.
until then … i will be it.
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