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Queer/POC/Hunty/Serving fish when necessary
"I don’t know what the fuss is about. I mean, everything in the world loves you. White men love you. They spend so much time worrying about your penis they forget their own. The only thing they want to do is cut off a nigger’s privates. And if that ain’t love and respect I don’t know what is. And white women? They chase you all too every corner of the earth, feel for you under every bed. I knew a white woman wouldn’t leave the house after 6 o’clock for fear one of you would snatch her. Now, ain’t that love? They think rape soon’s they see you, and if they don’t get the rape they looking for, they scream it any way just so the search won’t be in vain. So it looks to me like you [black men] the envy of the world."
Toni Morrison, Sula (via erikangstrom)
“They think rape soon’s they see you, and if they don’t get the rape they looking for, they scream it any way just so the search won’t be in vain.”
Damn, damn, damn.
Mother Morrison SAID that.
"I think the act of carrying something that is normally found in our bedroom out into the light is supposed to mirror the way I’ve talked to the media and talked to different news channels, etc," Emma continues in the full video which you can watch here.
This young woman is my hero. I was also raped in my dorm bed.
This woman. Nothing but absolute respect for this performance!
For Me, Selfies Are A Reminder Of…Happy.
Above are some iPhone selfies from while I was on vacation in California recently. It really helped getting away for a while (and had to do so in June as well; 2014 has been…difficult), because as I discussed several weeks ago, I’ve been going though some terrible times, but received a lot of support and kindness online, which I appreciate since my experience online is mostly dealing with abuse, by far, as you know. The trip was nice (photography, rest, On The Run concert, good food, wine, fun with my sister). Now I am trying to complete this move that I mentioned several weeks ago. Still under stress, but doing better than last month, and focused on that goal.
I’ve talked about the politics of selfies before, but you know there’s something else I didn’t mention in any previous discussions. Sometimes…I need visual reminders of times when/where I was happy. I need to remember that I felt that way. My 35th birthday is coming up so this is especially important to me. So even beyond creation of our own images as Black women (since we are often either invisible and ignored or hypervisible but stereotyped/laughed at in media) and self-esteem etc., I just…like seeing and remembering times when I am happy. Dassit. ❤