i have never seen “…fair enough.” so eloquently stated, and he did it with only his face.
Mandy Patinkin is a goddamned genius.
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i have never seen “…fair enough.” so eloquently stated, and he did it with only his face.
Mandy Patinkin is a goddamned genius.
Indeed.
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BLACK SEX WORKER EMPOWERMENT
Right now, there’s an influx of monetary abundance towards me because I am black, I’m VERY grateful, but I want MORE than abundance in money. I want abundance in worldwide support, love, self love, self care, and CHANGE. These are my words. I made this in 2019 during Black History Month for M*nyVids (not sure if I’ll get flagged for mentioning them so it’s censored) and it still keeps me going today. During that month, I wanted to die. Because I was going through a transformation. I left behind a life where I was surrounded by people who only cared about blackness if it was quiet.
My white ex-gf only supported blackness if it was quiet. She tried to silence me and she’s history (amongst other awful things). My white mother (I’m adopted) nearly got cut off until she finally changed and grew to try and understand blackness. So many white “friends” back in 2016 supporting Tr*mp deleted. I was surrounded by white moderates and although I’m still not done severing ties with all of them (only because SOME of them I need a court order to do so and I don’t have the money rn) I know I am done. SO done.
I wasn’t going to say ANYTHING. I was going to just try and sit alone in meditation and try and stay calm because I know that I’m triggered rn. But then I realized how far I’ve come. How many triggers I’ve faced HEAD ON over the past few years. Being brave enough to face my fears. To go into my trauma and integrate fragments of my soul back into myself. To go inward and love my inner child. I’m healed enough to speak out without falling apart and I’m doing it NOW.
Every. single. black. life. MATTERS. Every single one.
Black sex workers, queer LGTB black people, disabled black people, black parents, black families, black babies, black non-binary people, black women, black men, fat black people, skinny black people, unconventionally attractive black people, conventionally attractive black people, EVERY BLACK LIFE MATTERS. Support each and EVERY black life.
All I want is this message shared and for you ALL to face your inner traumas. To love yourselves (even your OLD selves, if you were problematic before that self IS important because it taught you valuable lessons) deeply and completely.
Support black sex workers ALL THE TIME. Support ALL black owned businesses ALL the time. Support black healing ALL the time. Support us ALL the time. Not just when one of us are slain yet again.
#BLACKLIVESMATTER
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everyday i wake up and plan on doing Things but then i just
holy my hand in public and my throat in private
Biggest failing of the internet is that in order to be vibing with my friends I have to actually be talking to them. I socialize like a cat I just show affection by sitting next to you. Ily but sometimes I have Nothing to say. Not a damn thing going on in my head
I don’t want to “have” a “conversation” I want to peel an orange and share it with you
If we’re friends on here, even if we’re not talking at any given moment, you can trust that I’m thinking about ya and probably thinking about your butt as well.