Month: February 2014
My blog is a safe space for black women/ women of colour
StandardBringing this back for Black History Month
I will make you wear this. You will spend your days horny and wanting. You will be frustrated and needy. It’s difficult to be those things and be dignified at the same time. You will debase yourself for me, for relief. You will beg and cry and crave my hand.
That’s the way I want you.
We don’t have one of these, but I’m on day 5 of not touching my cunt at all, in the slightest. It’s to be completely ignored until further notice, but I have no idea when that will be. Every day gets harder and harder. I’d give anything to be allowed any form of touch between my legs. Next time I’ll think twice about talking back.
Oooh. I… Actually want this.
I once told a joke about a straight person.
They came after me in droves.
Each one singing the same:
Don’t fight fire with fire.
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What they mean is: Don’t fight fire with anything.
Do not fight fire with water.
Do not fight fire with foam.
Do not evacuate the people.
Do not sound the alarms.
Do not crawl coughing and choking and spluttering to safety.
Do not barricade the door with damp towels.
Do not wave a white flag out of the window.
Do not take the plunge from several storeys up.
Do not shed a tear for your lover trapped behind a wall of flame.
Do not curse the combination of fuel, heat, and oxygen.
Do not ask why the fire fighters are not coming.
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When they say: Don’t fight fire with fire.
What they mean is: Stand and burn.
Stand and Burn by Claudia Boleyn. (via claudiaboleyn)