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heres my challenge to everyone for next month, for black history month. any time you want to draw inspiration from art, like poetry, music etc, pick a black artist. web weave with langston hughes and james baldwin and jamaica kinkaid and hanif abdurraqib and derek walcott and set your edits to meghan thee stallion and beyoncé and eartha kitt and coltrane and invoke basquiat in your art and it can be fanworks or original stuff and importantly, it doesnt have to be about race. obviously be cognizant of the context of the art youre using because a lot of the artists i mention specifically create art about racism but like. take your white doomed yaoi ship and make a webweave to poem by langston hughes. set an edit to body by meghan thee stallion. engage with black art in all contexts.

petewentzisblack1312

you can reblog this. other people should also be exposed to this idea.

historybizarre

Some resources for inspiration (apologies for the raw links - the editor was being odd).

Museum collections and artists

The National Museum of African-American History and Culture (you can search their collections and browse their exhibits) <https://nmaahc.si.edu>.

Check out the Association of African American Museums for more museums' collections to discover. <https://blackmuseums.org/>

A list of 10 Black British Artists to discover from ArtUK

Museum of the African Diaspora (San Francisco, CA)

Artists of the African Diaspora (blog post)

Museum of Contemporary African Diaspora Art (Brooklyn, NY, NY)

Art of the African Diaspora (exhibit)

African Diaspora Art Museum of Atlanta (currently closed for an install, website is still cool!)

Contemporary Art of Africa and the Diaspora (Art Institute of Chicago exhibit)

Contemporary African Diaspora Art (Miami, FL)

Literature and history

12 Poets to read for Black history month, from the American Academy of Poets

From last year, @jstor Daily's roundup for Black History Month <https://daily.jstor.org/black-history-month-editors-picks/>

Also from JSTOR, a reading list for Black Midwestern Studies

inkskinned

Every day I handle more money than I will ever make. Every day.

At the start of my employment, my boss showed me videos of people stealing, and we both had a chuckle about it. How silly they were! There was a camera overhead, and it’s not to watch the shoppers. See, we can’t actually stop shoplifters. They get away with it maybe nine out of ten times. But we, who are watched and tallied and witnessed? We are always caught.

At first it was hard to hold one hundred dollars bills. An amount I had never seen before. An amount that didn’t exist in my household. It’s normal now. Here is something that is not for me.

“What the hell, I’ll take another,” says the man, pondering our 200 dollar watches. What the hell. Total comes to 580 and not even a flinch in his face. I have been working for 11 hours today and made only 110 dollars. It will go to my rent. Today I work for free, it feels. When I get my check, I will have 35 dollars left for food and saving.

The six hundreds he hands me go into the cash register. For a moment, I imagine having money. Then I put it away, counting out his change.

I know for a fact we sell our products for double what they are worth. That I could be making commission. That they could hand me those 580 dollars and change my life and not even mark the difference in their checkbooks. He’s not the only sale they make today, but I am the reason they made it. He’s not the only one spending 600 dollars, but if I hadn’t spent two hours with him telling me about his life, he wouldn’t have spent any. I go home. I don’t own a watch.

I have watched and rewatched a video on how to make salmon four ways. My shopping list is always the same. Pasta. Rice. Tuna. If I can afford butter it was a good week. I dream of the world I will never walk in, where I can throw the best fish fillet in the cart with a shrug. I hold hundreds in my hand and look up at the camera. I put them under the cash drawer.

I go to work. I scrap together my savings. I eat my bowl of rice slowly. My manager takes a paid week off from work just for his birthday. He owns a yacht.

I’m not worth the cost of a watch.

inkskinned

i wrote this while i was working at orlando’s walt disney world parks.

i was part of their college program. i moved to the state for it. they legally owned the building i was living in and still charged me rent. i ostensibly was being charged to work for them. it was a 2 bedroom apartment and they placed 6 adult women in it in forced triples.

as many as one in ten disney employees have experienced homelessness while working for the company. despite huge efforts to unionize, strike, or otherwise demand fair treatment; disney has refused to increase employee quality of life.

disney admits publicly that a good portion of their success is because the employees (“cast members”) are dedicated, passionate, and selfless. this is never reflected in pay. even “face” characters (ie those that are princesses etc) make barely above a minimum wage.

at the time that i worked there, i made $8.50 an hour. at one point i was asked to create a human shield around a bag because a bomb dog had alerted to it. for eight fucking dollars an hour.

i now work a very cushy office job. i have bought the salmon and cooked it all four ways.

i go to the store. i am nice to the person behind the counter. she looks up at the camera while she counts out my change. there is nothing fundamentally different about her and i.

we are both worth more than the watch, anyway.

hustlerose

i have been informed by literally every french speaker on earth that “une pipe” is slang for blowjob

digitalmyyth

Hanging out with people will make you remember you're the crazy woke friend for like. not wanting to shop at shien

redstonedust

well you know what they say. whoever snelt it snelt it.

redstonedust

you know what they say. whoever smelt it gets the early worm. ?

redstonedust

its the saying goes. you miss 100% of the smelts you don't dealt.

beetroot-merchant

im not a girl Unless ☝️ im being told to go piss

yourfaveisintersex

what if I just made my profile picture a male calico cat or something. hurm

icewingassasin

Could I suggest a picture of Dawntreader Texas Calboy? He is a beautiful male calico cat who is a chimera. He's also somewhat controversial among some cat fancy associations since he is a male cat with female colors, and some people are strangely transphobic towards him, despite him being a cat? There was even a rule implemented to keep him from competing in a cat show. If you look up his name, he made a few news articles.

yourfaveisintersex

Oh my god?????

Yeah you're right about beautiful I'm squeezing him until he pops!!!!! I love this guy I think I'm going to make an edit real quickly Calboy I love you I'm so sorry people are calling you a freak??????

yourfaveisintersex

:)

notahorseindisguise

do you ever say something and then think "wow this isnt even a bit. im just like this"

post-uwuifier

do yoo evew say someting and den tink “wow dis isn’t even a bit!! im just wike dis UwU”

This post has been UwU-ified!

notahorseindisguise

i feel dirty after reading that

post-uwuifier

do yoo need a scwubby wubby? OwO

notahorseindisguise

i think i do need a scwubby wubby to be honest but not from you

post-uwuifier

When is it my turn to be happy.

worldheritagepostorganization

World Heritage Post

amygdalae

Keying/graffiti-ing someones car is old news now if someone cheats we go at their wardrobe with a seam ripper

yknow what? Fuck you *unstitches all your shirts and jeans*

melyzard

My mother did this to my father once. They got into an argument, my very pregnant and hormonal mother stormed off…except they lived in a tiny apartment so the only place to go was to shut herself into the closet for a good long sulk. And while she was sitting in there, fuming, she looked up and saw her sewing kit on the shelf, and all my father’s uniforms hanging right there.

So she picked one shirt and one pair of trousers, carefully, methodically ripped every third stitch out of every seam, and then hung them back up together so that he would be likely to pick them at the same time. This took her a couple hours, so by the time she was done, the anger had worn down. She came out, she and my father had a talk that ended in apologies, after which they were tired and went to bed. My mother swears up and down that she meant to warn my father about the sabotaged clothes in the morning, but he wore a different uniform set and they were both still feeling a little raw, so she didn’t want to bring up the fight again. She decided to tell him that night instead.

And then she forgot.

Anyway, about four days later, my father apparently came home roughly an hour after he left for work, his clothes slowly, gently shredding off his body, the most bewildered expression on his face. “Paula,” he said, his voice mildly shell-shocked. “Paula, my clothes are broken.”

My mother promptly burst out laughing so hard that she went into labor. And that’s the story of my birth, heralded by petty vengeance and utter confusion.

rainydays12

GUYS IT’S THE POST

moth-amphetamine

THIS POST THIS POST OMG

quailfence

[Image description: photo of three seam rippers with colorful handles. End description.]

@a-captions-blog

a-captions-blog

[Plain text: 1. Guy’s it’s (emphasis) the (end emphasis) post 2. This post this post OMG. \End PT]

ask and you shall receive.

gayvampyr

vsingers

since when did snapple start dabbling in elemental elixirs

a-book-of-creatures

I love how they went for the four classical elements but realized they can’t call a sweet flavored beverage Water

leggywormy

It's end of May, yall know what that means

thyrell

i love when boomers complain about shit like this because as a fast food worker i would literally rather walk out into the lobby and shoot myself in the head than suggest more than one menu item to a customer

holycrapitsbags

Yeah former 8 year Starbucks employ here. This never happens. I’ve have had what amounts to a flip on this happen more often. Something like

“Welcome in what can I get you”

“I want a plain black coffee”

“All rights wha-“

“No sugar or cream or flavor or anything else.”

“Okay, got it, wha-“

“I don’t want no caramachmocha flippy-do’s or frappachina-what-it’s. Just. A plain ol regular black coffee”

“That’s great sir, now please wha”

“Just a old fashioned stright up coff-“

“SIR WHAT SIZE DO YOU WANT YOU STUPID FUCKING COFFEE”