“‘Do you know I have lost my heart to you?’ His voice rustled like starched silk when trampled upon. ‘I am losing my sleep as well. And when sleep does come, I dream only of you,’ he murmured.”
— Mukta Singh-Zocchi, from The Thugs & a Courtesan
(Srishti, 2014)
The only things I love now, are too small to speak and the other, turned back into dust Just as we were promised
Dust to dust.
I used to dream in kisses from kind lips and flowers, soft spoken melodies of love and light dancing on my skin Now I look forward to returning to a quieter place, and the world is too heavy for me, it seems I am afraid of everything and I am Not in love with anything.
Maybe I’ll know what to do when I turn back to dust.
“I give you my hand!
I give you my love, more precious than money,
I give you myself, before preaching or law;
Will you give me yourself? Will you come travel with me?
Shall we stick by each other as long as we live?”
— Walt Whitman, from ‘Song of the Open Road’, Leaves of Grass (Deathbed Edition)
discourse about Anne Frank’s sexual orientation is distasteful because she never had a chance to grow up and determine her identity for herself because she, a child, was murdered by Nazis for being Jewish.
and if you need to think of Anne Frank as bi to care about her and her experiences, then you should think really long and hard about why “being murdered by Nazis for being Jewish” was otherwise insufficient for you.
Not to mention, the disrespect towards his father, called him another “het cis man” for censoring this part when the book was first published, forgeting the part that he also a survivor, and it was 1947.
A survivor who had found out a little over one year earlier that his entire family didn’t survive the Holocaust. People don’t care about Jews.
