because i was actually shocked speechless for a second while watching this kids movie with the girls (Ant Bully), and this little blue eyed animated boy talked excitedly (for a brief moment) about “the” pyramids and how his mom said that aliens built them. just one quick moment in a film. just…
“girl, when we dream
the cliffhanger ending
where girl is never bruised
spread thighs never despised
where every girl
can be the star of her own glitter-dusted revolution”—"femmes are film stars," Love Cake, Leah Lakshmi Piepzna-Samarsinha
From a black man to Mitt Romney: Fuck you. Black people don’t want free shit, you out of touch Dr. Reed Richards hair having motherfucker.
We want the same shit that your white constituency wants: Opportunity, good schools, safe streets, JOBS, a house that doesn’t fucking double and triple in interest rate while the value plummets, a place to shit with a door on it and the ability to not be denied coverage when we have a medical problem. We’re no different than anybody else but you wouldn’t know that because the only black person you probably know personally you just happen to be running against him for president.
I’m tired of these piece of shit Republicans talking DOWN and whitesplaining to people of color AS IF they had it hard all their lives. NO Mitt Romney, you never had to worry about the price of milk ever in your fucking life. You were raised with a silver spoon in your mouth and your father probably owned a silver spoon factory.
If you were really in touch, you’d talk about JOBS because we have a 14% unemployment rate in the black community but your party couldn’t pass a fart through cotton much less a fucking jobs bill. You’d talk about the safety net but we all know that you and Rand Paul are looking to take a pair of comically large shears to that motherfucker.
Instead you walk in front of the NAACP and talk PAST them and your message hits your goddamn racist, sexist, homophobic, bible thumping, hate ridden, against their own interest base that ignores when we spend half a million on cruise missiles but complain when they see somebody cashing an unemployment check that happens to own an iPhone. FUCK YOU.
I have a goddamn question for you, Willard:
What about your perpetually poor white voters in states like West Virginia, Mississippi, Missouri and Louisiana that vote for you even though you give no fucking care about them. As long as you hammer on how black Obama is, how the liberals want to shoot their white women with abortion guns and the fact that gays want to marry your children they’ll continue voting for you. They staff your fucked up infantry and you’ve spent the past 60 years brainwashing them into thinking they deserve to get welfare checks but the second black people get them, it’s a problem.
Fuck you and your face. Fuck your hair. Fuck your party. Fuck Newt Gingrich and fuck the whole conservative movement that has allowed their side to turn into this giant self-eating mutated blob.
1. Drake can’t fucking sing. He sings through auto-tune. My fucking asshole farts can sound like singing when put through the filter of auto-tune.
2. I think Lauryn Hill, Left-Eye, EVERYONE FROM ARRESTED DEVELOPMENT (Tennessee!), Jill Scott, and Erykah Badu may want him to take a seat and read about the HISTORY OF HIP HOP.
3. This half-assed, flimsy emcee needs to go outside and step into the trolley traffic in Toronto. No one cares, Wheelchair Jimmy. When Ghostface Killah calls you a 3-ply softness nigga, you need to SIT THE FUCK DOWN.
The New Visions Award will be given for a middle grade or young adult fantasy, science fiction, or mystery novel by a writer of color. Authors who have not previously had a middle grade or young adult novel…
“She longed to return to that dream land, that unreal but fascinating place; where one moved about without haste or anxiety, for there was no future to worry about.”—Virginia Woolf, To The Lighthouse. (via fuckyeahvirginiawoolf)
and i find myself furious that in years of academic women’s studies, in countless classes where we talked about bodies and oppression and trauma and rape and racism and transphobia, no one saw fit to write about or talk about bodies as fucking fairy godmothers. i dgaf what elizabeth grosz or naomi wolf or i.m. young say about feminism and embodiment if they aren’t going to fucking tell me anything about how my body knows everything important there is to know. i dgaf what they have to say if they aren’t going to tell me how my body can get me whole and free.
“Camouflage and mutation are 2 important themes in my work, but the idea I’m most enamoured with is the notion that transformation can help us to transcend our predicament. We all wear costumes when we set out for battle.”—
“He found talking so much easier than she did. He could say things - she never could. So naturally it was always he that said the things, and then for some reason he would mind this suddenly, and would reproach her. A heartless woman he called her; she never told him that she loved him. But it was not so- it was not so. It was only that she never could say what she felt.”—Virginia Woolf, To The Lighthouse. (via fuckyeahvirginiawoolf)