Mactivism

Ok kids; so the moral of the story is:

if you want to play non-profit, or be 501(c)3-curious, you must really love the game, or you are getting fucked over, and not in the "without-lube" good way that organizers have become accustomed to and love.

See? I told you the new me is trying to be real non-NPIC, I gave the moral
[you know what? I prefer the word 'moraleja' better, it has a greater cachet with me... note to self: write in Castilian more often]

I gave you the moral of the story at the beginning. Cut right to the point. No community meeting called, no 2-hour meeting, no process for the process, no fake sense of discussion.

You gotta give me credit for trying to undo my teachings...

How's that for post-colonial?
[See I'm more vanguard than the vanguard. Maybe I do need to start another collective of my own; call it the Byron LA CRU. saz! #yatriunfe!]

So this is the story of a young immigrant, who had big dreams, que queria triunfar, until he met the the NPIC...

The funniest thing is, albeit skeptical, and filled with untapped cynicism, I sucked up all the NPIC rhetoric, structure, process, MO, and instruction, faster than non-profits compromise their unfounded values.

Then, to top it all of, said teachings, were complemented by the raw, not thoroughly processed, non-academic analysis, and vagrant criticism of tokenized youth-cum-pariahs of the NPIC.

And then there were four...

After that, I became part of a collective, in which we tried to play the NPIC game, knowing that we were never going to be played, nor that we will sell our souls to the NPIC.
[I know! how very idealistic youth of us!]

The thing with that was, that although we posed a threat to the NPIC status quo, by demonstrating and upholding that you didn't need to be an adult, nor college educated, nor white, nor have all the foundation money you can pimp your members for, to do community work, or to develop theory and analysis, it drained us due to fighting the inherent oppression that affect our communities in one front, and the NPIC in another.

The greatest lesson learned was that because we were born out of a revolt in the NPIC, we needed to run as far away and as fast as possile from it, before it co-opted and appropriated us out of existence.

It kept me up all night, and I didn't even cum...

Like I said; the NPIC is like the best-tragic-abusive-train-wreck relationship...

[oh right!]

So now I'm left with negotiating between undoing my NPIC schooling and the greatest hard-on that it gives me to process process process, over-analyze, break-it-down, put it back together, and then never shut-up about how fucked up the NPIC is...

[Like I said; bitter bitches make the best ex's.
How many of you can say that the NPIC was your first relationship? #verymastriste]

So now, as I pretend to move on and do work that I want to do because I want to do it, not because there's a shitty NPIC paycheck or organizer self-righteousness, how do I find folks who haven't been tainted by the NPIC?

[Is there anyone in Hell-A who hasn't slept with the NPIC? Who here does not share an ex with someone they know?]

But at the end of the day bitching and processing won't help me...

All I have to remember is:

querías Norte...