My Short Story Blog (Awesome)

      Sentence analysis or r/opinion:    “Meanwhile, I harbored unrequited crushes on white girls… who, unlike my cousin Monali, didn’t have to bleach their arm hair or wax their upper lips. They were girls who seemed to know their place in the world without ever questioning it.” (Patel 82)      Although If You See Me Don’t Say Hi centralizes around the fickle relationship between brothers, the theme of race prevails above anything else. The narrator, after experiencing countless microaggressions and feeling a sense of ostracism throughout his childhood, internalizes all the racism endured. Consequently, the narrator idolizes white women, viewing their beauty through the lens of eurocentrism, whilst simultaneously bringing down brown women.     The quote: “Meanwhile, I harbored unrequited crushes on white girls… who, unlike my cousin Monali, didn’t have to bleach their arm hair or wax their upper lips. They were girls who seemed to know their place in the world without ever questionin

       Octavia Butler's Blood Child is analogous to a video of pimple popping. Gross, yes, but is one able to look away? No. Or maybe I’m projecting my twisted sense of intrigue and have exposed myself beyond the point of redemption. Oh well. Blood Child is an interesting short story regarding the power dynamics and systemic coercion of the human-like Terrans from the alien Tlics. I believe Octavia Butler had the intention of including social commentary regarding gender roles, but it got overshadowed by the beastiality (?) aspect. Blood Child could be a story depicting gender roles in the ways they are manifest in our real world, but swapped. Here's my thought process:     T'gatoi is superior in age, physicality, and class status. She is an alien woman with the role of protecting the Terrans, and Gan's family from the dangerous Tlics roaming outside the Preserve. I believe she represents the "male" in traditional gender roles. Her hold over the Terrans with

My mother has fallen victim to the chains of religious attachment towards something void of flesh and blood. She has no autonomy to do anything for herself, and relies on the machine for everything, like an infant clinging to its mother. I envy her. She sees no fallacies within her life. I must pose the question, how can I- her kin- possess these unnatural urges to escape? I cannot fathom the possibility of a life meaningless and void of human interaction. I yearn to be a monkey, those furry creatures with long limbs and hairy bodies. On my screen they seem so free, so unbound and fulfilled. I desire a life of survival, not a life where I am coddled. I feel like an alien, trapped inside a glass tomb, where all faces peering down, are looking at the velvet interior, not the foreign creature inside. The tunnels are lit. I had made numerous trips, desperate to find an opening. A tiny beast clawed my stomach apart with the notion there had to be a way out. Upon my instincts, I came across

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