me: hoe don’t do it
me: [stays up late]
me the next morning: oh my god
Month: June 2015
Ngl I truly love invading white spaces since moving to
Minnesota I am often the only black person where I go and then to also be dark skinned and also be big it’s very important to me to take up space among them. I love not smiling back when they give me that fake ass nervous half smile. I love meeting their eyes dead on when they’re staring at me and thinking I won’t look back. I love refusing to fucking move out the way when we’re walking towards each other. I love squaring my shoulders and taking up space and refusing to contort my face and body into expressions of submission or compliance or even friendliness. I love changing the energy in the room and refusing to budge unless they say excuse me. I love breaking into a puddle of love and happiness when I speak to fellow black people and compliment black women on their hair or lashes and then stoning up when interacting with white women. I love treating them how they treat me: as different, as the other, as the problem. It brings me great comfort and joy to be unapologetic in their spaces.
“We can never just be. It’s always a threat.” Me talking the policing of black joy on Nerding Out this week.
girl how did your smoke detector follow you to work?
it haunts me
(Source: http://twobrowngirls.co/)
All of your demons will wither away
This whole scene…..my goodness my goodness.
Me & ladybae about TV.
but like neurotypicals need to get it through their heads that people with personality disorders can be abused much differently than them. Repeatedly and purposefully ignoring borderline people is abuse. Taking advantage of the trust of dependent people and leaving them on their own to "test them” is abuse. Little things they may not consider being abuse may actually BE abuse to those people. So like stop pretending that what we call abuse “isn’t legitimate” just because it’s not in your neurotypical standards of what is and isn’t abuse.
Life is mostly pain and struggle; the rest is love and deep dish pizza. For the cosmic blink of a moment we spend on this tiny dust speck of a planet, can we simply accept that love is love, including love that happens to be interracial, same-sex, or poly? Discrimination against love is a disease of the heart—and we get enough of that from the pizza.
Don’t date a Dom who isn’t enthusiastic about aftercare
StandardLadies, Boys, Followers, Kinksters,
if you’re into BDSM and you like the submissive role, carefully screen potential dates. While you’re both excitedly discussing all the things he/she could do to you, ask them about their aftercare. If they’ve clearly never given it any thought, if they seem to not understand why it’s important, if they don’t want to talk about it, don’t fuck them. And definitely don’t date them.
If they have 1,001 ideas for how to hurt you, and 0 ideas on how to bring you back afterward, they’re not a good dom and you should avoid them.
I would go further than that and say that they are an abuser.
