look at me in the eyes and tell me.
your auntie wasn’t thrown into a white van for having her hijab a little off-centred. your apartment wasn’t broken into because you were watching foreign television. you didn’t appoint family members to stand outside your wedding party while you had your first dance with your wife. then get arrested in your wedding attire anyway after the police took the bribe and arrested everyone regardless.
a normal life didn’t excite you.
it was normal to you.
look at me in the eyes and tell me. tell me you know what it’s like to mourn your daughter or son for recording themselves dancing on their own apartment rooftop.
look at me in the eyes and tell me you understand what it means to live somewhere that treats joy like evidence.
that treats music like a weapon. that treats love like a crime scene.
look at me in the eyes and tell me you know what it’s like to grow up learning how to be quiet.
look at me in the eyes and tell me.
tell me whats better for iran.
The absence of any rando fuccbois turned it boys at the Met Gala last night made me think of all the guy influencers who had fallen off. @houmms and I pieced together this trajectory of dudes who get famous for being hot and then ozempic themselves into becoming fashion fodder….if they’re lucky. Otherwise, they become alt right grifters.
