hey yall, how are yall doing this week? sorry for the late post i was up past 5 am talking to my friends. whats new with yall?
as a mixed immigrant, is there ever a point where I’ll actually feel at home somewhere? moving to Australia at 5 years old, as a brown skinned south east asian kid, was a hell of a thing and the end result is not fitting in in my ‘home’ country (which it really is not), but also permanently feeling like you’re on the outside in the country you’ve lived in for decades
there’s a restlessness that’s hard to define
one day i’ll make art about it
i want to, and i’m trying but working all the time really do be getting me down and exhausted all the time
but still, i feel like i got something to say in me
as a mixed immigrant, is there ever a point where I’ll actually feel at home somewhere? moving to Australia at 5 years old, as a brown skinned south east asian kid, was a hell of a thing and the end result is not fitting in in my ‘home’ country (which it really is not), but also permanently feeling like you’re on the outside in the country you’ve lived in for decades
It’s quite ironic really… you’re actually geographically not that far from your homeland when in Australia… yet it’s quite isolating there, innit?
The effects of settler-colonialism…
unfortunately for my mother in law I imagine this was the same point at which she found it completely acceptable to say unfathomably racist things in public
god, reminds me of the time my mum (who is ALSO singaporean) started talking about ‘it’s not cool to be white anymore’ and ‘white people have it so hard’
why does this happen lmao
People called me “one fucked up hybrid” at one point for my mixed background.
I had a White dude the other day tell me I had “good bloodlines”.
That was the final red flag for me that he was probably a Nazi.