started a new tumblr
pce out to this onemsg me if you want it
Presented without comment, because I’m sure someone will be able to find the words better than I can.
oh look we have cute doodles too
(via vasundharaa)
stood over the boy with his cop shoes in childish blood
and a voice said “Die you little motherfucker” and
there are tapes to prove that. At his trial
this policeman and in his own defense
“I didn’t notice the size or nothing else
only the color.” and
there are tapes to prove that, too.
Today that 37-year-old white man with 13 years of police forcing
has been set free
by 11 white men who said they were satisfied
justice had been done
and one black woman who said
“They convinced me” meaning
they had dragged her 4’10” black woman’s frame
over the hot coals of four centuries of white male approval
until she let go the first real power she ever had
and lined her own womb with cement
to make a graveyard for our children.
“just coz someone dont like your hair dont make em racist”
oh gee, i guess black peoples hair hasnt been villified for over 500 years to where we were forced to cover it with scarves by slave owners, forced to find caustic chemicals that burn us to make it look like white hair,
coz we still lose and are denied jobs over wearing it as is?
Because there isnt alllll that history and pressure behind what grows out our head?
When everyone else can simply grow it out without having to face ridicule on the street, sneers and judgement?
only non-black people have the luxury of saying “its just hair”. We get treated shittier, the more afro our hair appears.
If youve never known what it is to have to spend hours upon hours w scalding hot styling tools, and chemicals that burn thru your scalp, just to be treated even semi-human,
You can shut the entire hell up.
If youve never had every single one of your cultural hairstyles villified and touted as disgusting, lowclass fare on top of it?
If you havent had folks with silky hair leave that shit everywhere, only to turn around and tell you to pick up and keep track of every last strand of yours, coz somehow yours is disgusting and theirs isnt?
If you havent had your hair likened to rusty brillo pads your whole life, only to then have some designer actually put brillos on models to ridicule you some more?
You can fuck right off with any opinions.
I often hear black girls complain that their hair is difficult to control, and it’s precisely because we are not meant to control it.
I have always found that jeans hurt my body with waistlines digging into my stomach as I try to exhale.
T shirts that cut into my arms, bras that dig into my flesh leaving scars that remain today.
We were not the architects of this system, of course these things won’t fit us when they come from people who refuse to acknowledge that we exist. We know this because we see their runways, their print ads, their magazines. We are not wrong.
Beige is not the definition of ‘nude’, my hair does not need to be restrained, it needs to be liberated. My hair isn’t so thick, I didn’t go through puberty too early, my mama is not ‘plus sized’ - these statement all use an invented standard of whiteness and then define me in relation to that standard.
Fuck mainstream. Fuck counter culture and sub culture. We are our own mainstream. We are our own culture.
Fuck standards and constructions of normal. Nothing ever grew by being measured. We grow by being nurtured and affirmed for who we are as we are. Standards are always relative.
-Kim Katrin Crosby
(via mochafleur)
to join, you must be this queer:
- must be dfab
- must be non-binary
- must be white
- must have at least two of the following: stretched ears, facial piercings, tattoo of a cat
- must do everything yourself
- must say “yr”
- must shave part of your hair and/or dye part of your hair (diy optional but preferred)
- must spell it “punx”
- must have spikes on all yr clothes
- must be as intimidating as possible
- must be as cliquey as possible and only associate w/ other elite queer punx like yrself
- must i.d. as hard femme
- must collect patches on all yr clothes
- must own a sizeable collection of dildos
- must be interested in d/s or other kinks of some kind
- must wear vintage combat boots
- must be uninclusive to people who are not queer punx like you
Bronx 6th Grader Wows NYC Poetry Scene
Meet Kioni “Popcorn” Marshall, an extraordinary 12-year-old poet from the Bronx. Despite her age, Kioni has earned the respect and admiration of the NYC poetry community by developing her own unique voice and bravely exploring mature themes like alienation, abandonment, loneliness, and abuse. Follow Kioni’s emotional journey as she prepares for her first featured performance at New York’s famed Nuyorican Poets Cafe.
(via reclaimingthelatinatag)
We’re at the point in my night where my mind is consumed by thoughts of sex and wondering why the fuck I don’t have any ice cream.
my school is screening Zanele Muholi’s film, Difficult Love
I thought it was going to be cool except the entire audience is old saltines and I just cant shake the feeling that they’re all finding it “fascinating”
like fascinating like black queer women in south africa are like these interesting creatures lets all gather around and ponder their lifestyles
ugh I had to walk out I am so uncomfortable
it was like they were watching a NatGeo special on ants or something I want to puke



