We can talk about abuse, we can talk about consent, but we can’t be the judges and juries of an entire community, which is what a video addressing specific occurrences and individuals would, in effect, be. I sometimes feel like people are asking me to become a special investigations unit imbued with the power to try and convict a person without ever leaving my bedroom. Doing that would be impossible, terrifying, and possibly illegal.
And so we make videos about these problems generally. I made a video about what consent is and is not. And I’d like to make a video about how manipulative relationships work.
But making comments about situations which are ongoing or currently in the legal system…making judgements about people and deciding who is right and wrong…I am not capable of that. I wish we knew everything and could make these things simple, but we can’t. Realizing this limitation and struggling within it part of what triggered me feeling pretty shitty this week.
I can say, however, that I am listening very carefully, and when it seems like creators might be using their power to take advantage of their fans, I am acting on that…I just might not be able to do it publicly."
I know a lot of people felt concerned about the Green brothers (not) addressing the issue and maybe this would make it clearer to those of us that don’t scroll through all the comments on every video.
we dance on the edge
of a knife, every morning laden
with astriferous dreams, backs bowed
with the hopes we carry in perpetuum
not knowing what other motes to breathe.
this is us, we are
the incarnation of black against white,
stark contrasts that breathe and bleed
for their otherness.
do as if i took to the sea
and set my sails for far-off harbors.
i am not odysseus, no wife and child
wait for me, i am unfettered, i am
unloved, except for a boy who misconstrues
the the very shape of my breastbone.
do not follow me. do not follow me.
do not follow me. you wouldn’t
i am telling you not to love me,
the thought of me, the paper girl
painted in gaudy colors.
i cut my losses, i would cut
the cords of my heart if i thought
some anchor held me
to uncertain waters.
i am no citizen of empty dreams,
zanarkand fades at the first touch of light,
and i will not inhabit a glorious lie
even if affection should lie on the line.