I never knew I was a mass of wombs.
But that’s exactly what I am. And thats what I want brothers to (finally) stand up for: keeping my Black womb from joining together with other (assumed-to-be? Idk, nobody really asked…) Black wombs to form a throbbing mass, a teeming horde, a really too-big number of… tumblr followers?
I’m not sure. What did I do wrong again? Am I still being duped and fetishized without my knowledge?!?!
I will need anyone but a self-identified Black woman to tell me.
• 25 June 2013 • 17 notes
“let me stay out of it.”
— goodnight. there are drinks to be had.
• 25 June 2013 • 3 notes
Anonymous said: what's playing in your ears right now?
i suppose im pretty late to the party, but i’ve been on Buika lately. i saw her live a few weeks ago here in chicago and she was spectacular. she is pretty much the truth.
gave Yeezus a listen through. i probably never need to return. (yeah, i said it).
kelly's album got me dreaming about another destiny child album. she held her own though on a few tracks.
today is about exploring india.arie's new project. im particularly drawn to her choices on “Strange Fruit”.
• 25 June 2013 • 1 note
amg909 said: Hi, I came upon a google search of ligon's word(k)s. I'am a white rainbow - negra inside. can we exchange some thoughts?
hi! usually down to exchange thoughts. i’m confused though, are you asking my thoughts on a specific work? or Ligon in general?
• 24 June 2013
My favorite #PaulasBestDishes
- Back of the Bus Biscuits
- Kale and Kabbage Kasserole (KKK for short)
- Massa-roni and cheese
- Swing Low, Sweet Cherry Pie
- Seperate but Eclairs
- Eli Whitney’s cotton gin and juice
- I want my country back ribs
- Field Negro Greens with a light house negro vinaigrette
- Still I Rise yeast rolls
- Guess who’s not coming to dinner rolls
- You hear white folk talking you better hushpuppies
- We shall over crumb cake
- Carpetbagger Crabcakes
- Wade in the Watermelon
- Let Freedom Onion Ring
• 24 June 2013 • 2,861 notes
“Hello, my name is Ryan. I’m openly Black and I watch Frasier.”
• 12 June 2013 • 14 notes
“But worse yet, what is daily life for young people of color who are poor, is quite literally out of sight and out of mind, and thereby unimaginable, not only for middle class and wealthy residents of cities, but for the Mayors of those cities. Because they never talk to young people who are on the receiving end of these spatial controls, and ever see them in action, they can pretend they don’t exist. Their conscience has atrophied when it comes to the fundamental realities of life for the young and the poor.
Two recent events dramatize this for me- the police murder of Kimani Gray in East Flatbush Brooklyn, and the school closing order given by Mayor Rahm Emmanuel in Chicago. Never has New York’s Mayor Michael Bloomberg reached out to the grieving mother of a 16 year old boy who was killed for doing nothing more than walking home from a neighborhood party. Instead, he hides behind a “narrative of criminality” used to hide the ugly facts of Kimani Gray’s death, which is that this was an outgrowth of a “stop and frisk” procedure initiated by plainclothes police that will NEVER happen to young people in the Mayor’s family or social circle. Kimani Gray was one of New York City’s legion of “disposable youth” that must be policed and contained in every aspect of their lives to make the city’s engines of economic growth secure. He could be snuffed out without anyone in power losing a moment of sleep.
Similarly, the lives of tens of thousands of young people of color to be disrupted by the school closings ordered by Mayor Rahm Emmanuel in Chicago could be conveniently erased from his thoughts by a ski trip because his own children, safely enrolled in Chicago Lab School, would never experience the disruptions, nor would their friends. The impact of these policies would be felt by “Other People’s Children”- the same people who live in fear of gun violence, gang violence, and police containment, who feel alternately penned into poor neighborhoods or pushed out of the city altogether.”
— Chicago School Closings and the Murder of Kimani Gray-The Atrophied Conscience of Apartheid America (via theraceproblem)
• 7 June 2013 • 416 notes
random thoughts with negrosunshine
you can’t just throw white people on me and expect me to be okay with it.
people think i can with white people. but i really, really, just can’t.
the way i see it: if your my friend (non-white), and we are hanging out and you put me in a situation where the whiteness levels are uncomfortable, you have failed me as a friend.
its not that i can’t be around it at all. i’m from orange county (i can deal), its that i deserve fair warning. because you and i both know, chances of some wild shit being said or just happening are quite high. i should be given the chance to emotionally prepare.
and yes, i work with and for mostly white people. but thats an exchange i’ve agreed upon for a (somewhat) comfortable salary, to live out a (somewhat) comfortable lifestyle. if i’m not on the clock, i tend to want to avoid wild white shit.
im having drinks with a group of people i’ve just met. i was there because my friend kendra (i won’t call out her tumblr name), knows them by way of mutual friends. the group is mainly together because a girl from new york is in town visiting for the weekend.
i’m talking to this girl from new york. a minnesota white girl transplanted to new york city because of her graphic arts education and career. in group settings with folks i don’t know, particularly white folks, i’m usually pretty quite. again, if i’m not being paid to speak, why even? apparently it was my turn for her to figure out what she had in common with me and how we could make a connection. now, if i were offered $100 right now to tell y’all how we got on the topic of property and her friends money, i’d miss out on that $100. all i remember was this being said at me:
"Oh my gosh, my friend got an inheritance when her grandma died and she was so smart about it. I mean, we all thought she was stupid when she did it, but now we see. She got the money and went way out to the hood, like the ghetto in Bushwick and bought some house for super cheap and just started renting it out. We all were like, what the hell? But after sometime condos started being built around her place, and cute little stores and coffee shops started opening up, and now she is making mad bank"
i sipped my cocktail and stared at her in disgust. my friend kendra noticed what was going on, and she quickly jumped in the “conversation” (or assault on my leisure time) and changed the subject.
situations like that one, are why i really just can’t with white people. i mean, the poor girl didn’t mean any harm. but the leisure, twinkle in eye, and proudness, she attached to her story of gentrification, economic violence, and i’m sure displacement, didn’t really catch me off guard, but i think i should be paid for dealing with that shit.
perhaps i’ve written myself into a post about reparations. instead of 40 acres & a mule, or some lump sum that would equate, being black should be a salaried position. not necessarily for the direct violence done against us (for that, money just doesn’t solve the problem), but for having to put up with the wild shit that enters into mundane, leisurely conversation. just a thought.
• 5 June 2013 • 24 notes
random thoughts with negrosunshine
"i’d probably fuck your daddy if your mammy wasn’t player hatin"
i haven’t quite figured out the proper medium or ocassion to use this magnificent lyric by Trina. but im trying.
its quite powerful because its how i feel when i’m at my best. if you follow me on instagram (you’d have to know my government name for that), that quotation will probably accompany a photo of me in some short shorts and backless tank-top. as soon as the weather permits. and yes, its june 5th and chicago’s weather has not permitted me to be free in what i wear. i type this wearing a sweater and contemplating light weight scarf.
my soul misses the california sun.
• 5 June 2013 • 5 notes
black man (leisurely) with chicken
and there i stand. on michigan avenue waiting on my ride. white folks leisurely strolling. to leisurely spend their leisurely money. and i stand. pressed to pay my bills. holding some left over chicken my partner fried the night before. and he tried. to fry it right. i told him a brown paper bag and some flour was the way to do it. season it real nice. but he ain’t about that life. tossed it in a bowl. and cooked it too low. wasn’t crispy. but it was alright. and there i stand. waiting on my ride. and i’m thinking. what would it be if i took some of this chicken out and ate it on the avenue?
and i did. i stood there. on the avenue. black man. black queer. black with chicken. and they all passed. and it was so damn good. the taste was alright. but the fact they was doing their leisure thing. and i was doing my leisure thing. it was so nice. and the chicken. and the black. we were.
• 31 May 2013 • 27 notes
vagabondaesthetics said: would you ever wear a cape as part of your outfit?
it depends. i’m known to just be wearing the most random shit. top hats, elf like shoes, scarves wrapped around my body like a baby should be on my back, three piece suits and a head-wrap. SO, if the cape is dope and i’m feeling like i need to do some spins in my day (gone with the wind…), i’d probably wear one.
• 24 May 2013 • 4 notes