… punk is, as ever, dominated by straight, cis, white dudes. Also, for a subculture that purports to be different from the mainstream, there is an awful lot of racism, sexism, homophobia, transphobia, rape culture, etc., in the scene; not to mention your garden-variety punker-than-thou assholes thinking they get to decide who’s punk and who’s not. (Sing along with me: “You’re not punk, and I’m telling everyone.”)
I get discouraged, too. But then something happens that makes me fall back in love with punk: I hear a kickass new album or read a zine that explodes in my heart like a Molotov cocktail, I go to a show where everyone dances to the music and buys each other drinks in between bands, I meet someone who is fighting the oppressive parts of the punk scene or someone who’s a dorky, fucked-up mess like I am. Something like that happens and I realize, yeah, there’s a lot of bullshit in punk but there’s a lot of good shit, too, and I can’t give up on it.
I think it’s important for those of us who are railing against the negative aspects of punk to continue carving out space for ourselves and people like us; to continue trying to eradicate the racist, sexist, homophobic dude-bros from our scene. Yeah, we all need a break sometimes, we all need to step back from punk sometimes, but stepping back from it doesn’t mean giving it up forever. Even when I take a break from it, it’s in everything I do. Punk shaped me as a person, for better or worse…
Rust Belt Jessie, Reckless Chants No. 19: “History Lesson, Part 2”
Got this zine a couple days ago, and it’s phenomenal. Review once I finish it.(via dakotafloyd)