A Fat Queer Clumsily Wields Tactical Nihilism

Recently Black Girl Dangerous, the ultimate proving ground for un-ironic post-modernist identity politics, featured an article by a “fat brown goddess” wistfully complaining that The Great White Cultural Leviathan had “colonized” everyone’s perceptions of love and beauty. Like most BGD posts, Caleb Luna’s article is a veritable gold mine for those of us suffering from a morbid fascination with the latest antics of the Social Justice Community. The sad tale begins with an immediate blame-shift phrased like a catechism in the opening sentence:

“Falling in love is dangerous for brown boys because, under white supremacy, we are not people to love.”

[![I think there's a much simpler explanation here. ](http://res.cloudinary.com/trs/image/upload/v1428560850/Luna2_uoqe6t.jpg)](http://res.cloudinary.com/trs/image/upload/v1428560850/Luna2_uoqe6t.jpg)
I think there’s a much more obvious explanation here.
That’s right, there’s a systemic white supremacist meme underlying all romantic interactions in society and informing individuals that they are forbidden to love the “brown boys.” The tone from the outset is immediately set on denying personal agency and claiming that all one’s tribulations and lack of romantic success hinge upon some vast, nebulous oppressive force that unjustly deprives this sad sack of shit from ever getting the love he so clearly deserves. (Oops, I think I just became part of the problem.) Luna continues to articulate his case in increasing detail: > “Colonization indoctrinates us into the romantic idolization of thinness, whiteness, and masculinity—in ourselves and others. How do I, as a fat, brown, femme, decolonize my desire so I can desire myself? How do I love myself in a world that tells me I am not lovable? How can I decolonize my desire so I won’t ever again compulsively glance at a skinny boy who refuse to see me as the goddess I am?” Brace yourself gentle reader, this diabetic, bedazzled monstrosity goes further than merely blaming the nefarious machinations of “colonization” for others not finding him attractive, *he actually holds this phenomena responsible for why he feels disgusted in himself.* Now that’s even more brazen than his obvious disregard for statistics on obesity and rates of diabetes among Hispanics. Caleb fails to find himself desirable because of “colonization,” not because being grossly overweight is a naturally unattractive state of affairs. The author will eventually go full nihilist in an attempt to absolve himself of the burden of being attractive, but first he has to get a bovine rumination about the concept of romantic love out of his fat system: > “Romantic love, as we understand it, is a colonial construct. It is an all-consuming, possessive, lifelong, monogamous endeavor that works to sustain capitalism and white supremacist heteropatriarchy via the nuclear family. We are told that this romantic love is essential, shaping it as a self-fulfilling prophecy. Were we to sustain ourselves on self-love, platonic love, and love of community, what could change? We could see the beauty of our interdependence, rather than individuals competing for higher wages and standards of living at the expense of each other.” Yes, the very concept of romantic love itself is a “colonial construct” by those dastardly white supremacist capitalist “heteropatriarchs.” *If you can’t acquire romantic love, why not just piss all over the very idea of romance itself?* Instead of “romantic love,” we should just be hedonistic narcissists that see the “beauty of our interdependence,” whatever the fuck that’s supposed to mean. Presumably Caleb’s lack of success in romance has left him so distressed he cannot even bear to see others enjoy it, and would prefer to substitute something less oppressive and “more communal” than the idea of two people finding each other deserving of exclusive dedication. At no point should the reader find themselves wondering if Luna is merely trading a “colonial construct” for a different social construct of his own devising. As we well know, this is definitely not a [game of dissolving one oppressive concept to replace it with another](http://therightstuff.biz/2013/09/25/the-double-edged-sword/). *We’re trying to do real Social Progress here.* So what’s the Final Frontier of this voyage?
[![ "I do not fit into restaurant booths, airplane seats, or school desks comfortably."](http://res.cloudinary.com/trs/image/upload/v1428560840/hamplanet_nczweb.jpg)](http://res.cloudinary.com/trs/image/upload/v1428560840/hamplanet_nczweb.jpg)
“I do not fit into restaurant booths, airplane seats, or school desks comfortably.”
> “In her piece “Moving Toward the Ugly: A Politic Beyond Desirability,” Mia Mingus pushes us to transcend a beauty binary and move towards what she calls magnificence, an embracement of the Ugly and the diversity of the body—of every body. Mingus frames beauty as an inherently exclusionary construction that erases people of color, trans and gender non-conforming folks, and disabled folks, specifically.” In other words, because not everyone is beautiful and some of us are waddling, misshapen, poorly dressed landwhales about to suffer an impending Cardiac Event, we should, of course, *just get rid of the very concept of beauty itself.* If you don’t like what you see in the mirror, just ban all reflective devices. Since the binary of calling something “ugly,” and another thing “beautiful” oppresses and shames the ones who don’t make the cut, we need to abandon the standard altogether. Naturally, the idea of something being beautiful was obviously just the product of conniving white supremacists attempting to “erase” anyone that doesn’t fit their racist preferences anyway. Speaking of preferences, this is really what Caleb Luna is alluding to: He, like most of this unhealthy later day breed of Social Justice Warriors, feels that other people having preferences is a priori oppressive and wishes to live in a world where no one ever desires one type of thing over another. Preferences are by their very nature exclusionary, and rather than change oneself to suit the preferences of others, it’s “preferable” to these spoiled, narcissistic prima donnas to stamp their feet and demand society itself change to suit them. This sort of behavior could be well characterized as a form of tactical nihilism, applied to concepts and standards they themselves fail to make the grade on. The question is, assuming someone snapped their fingers and all oppressive “heteropatriarchal” standards evaporated, would people suddenly find Caleb Luna “lovable” for who he is? The tacit assumption is of course that he’s being discriminated against out of some form of racism and his lack of romantic success has nothing to do with any deficits within himself as an individual. Of course, the real answer to Caleb Luna’s dilemma is simple: He’s a fat, disgusting, weird homo, and even among the degenerate LGBBQWTF community, no one finds him attractive in the first place. This has fuck-all to do with white supremacist standards of beauty and everything to do with not being slovenly hambeast.
[![What you need is a diet, not feminism. ](http://res.cloudinary.com/trs/image/upload/v1428560830/Needadiet1_mbsijv.jpg)](http://res.cloudinary.com/trs/image/upload/v1428560830/Needadiet1_mbsijv.jpg)
What you need is a diet, not feminism.