In 1989, George Bush gave a speech about crack. During the speech he pulled out a bag of crack and said “this bag was seized right across the street from the White House in Lafayette park.”
Turns out, his speech writers had the idea to pull out a prop during his speech and in order to make it believable they had the DEA plant crack on this random 18 year old black kid. They lured him there. He didn’t even know where the White House or Lafayette park was. When he got there, they arrested them.
The plot was discovered by a journalist.
And then Gary Webb killed himself after he revealed that the CIA let crack infiltrate black communities through drug cartels making deals with the CIA. His wife left him and his career was ruined for exposing the drug war as a war against people of color.
There’s a really well done movie called Kill the Messenger (x) I suggest everyone should watch. It was done in partnership with his family and details the events from beginning to end.
Update:
His name is Keith Jackson. He has a wife and family now, and lives in the Baltimore/DC area. Unsurprisingly, he doesn’t want anything to do with what happened to him. The charges against him for the Lafayette case were dropped, but he received a 121 month sentence for distributing drugs near a school. Keith Jackson was a senior in high school when he was arrested. He was released from prison in 1998, 10 years later.
We have to remember all of the time that was taken from him. We have to remember that he wasn’t just “some random 18 year old black kid.” The government chose him to become a caricature of who they wanted the “enemy” to be in the War on Drugs because he is Black. Remember Webb’s thesis.
Remember Keith Jackson’s name. Remember his story.
Also, Gary Webb committed suicide by shooting himself in the head. Twice. You know, after exposing CIA secrets. I'm pretty impressed that he had the wherewithal after that first shot to aim and fire a second time. Just saying.
“Growing up I knew that no matter what my parents would love and support me, even if that didn’t completely understand what acting was, I knew they had my back.“ [x]
If you’re a cis woman and you can see this post, reblog it. Reblog it if you don’t hate trans women, or think we’re all confused men obsessed with vaginas.
I wanna see where this goes.
(realizing that I probably don’t have many cis women following me atm, I’m not sure how this will work)
A Very Serious Review Of Waterholes, by G. G. Dog, esq, Resident Forest Puddle/Really Big Stick Quality Control Officer
Peoplefriends with cars are THE BEST. Forest walks are THE BEST. Puddles are THE BEST. Giant sticks are THE BESTEST
Waterhole 1.
Right at the start of the walk, so BEST because convenient. Could dive in straight away before I got hot. Not very deep though and no good sticks.
3 stars.
Peoplefriends called me away before I could grab the nice straight stick an old man was walking around with. Found a better stick not far from there though. BEST STICK.
Waterhole 2:
Middle of the walk, and this one is always full so I zoom ahead long before the peoplefriends get there so I have extra swimming time.
It wasn’t as full as last time but still, nice and big, BEST mudding properties, a good cool place to stop and play with BEST STICK. 4 stars.
(Because I read @atari-writes Jim Kirk NSFW Alphabet this morning, and I didn’t have a Jim Kirk thing, or a Star Trek thing, or even a Chris Pine thing, but OMG I do now. Well done, woman!)
So here we go - my fave muse in all his NSFW dirtiness...
A=Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)
The first time, Jem rolled off you and lay on his back, staring at the ceiling. As soon as he noticed you watching him, he smirked and slapped you on the butt before rolling out of bed to pull his pants on. But as time goes on, you’ve noticed he lingers longer in bed, and even casually pulls you to his chest, acting as if he’s too sleepy to really know what he’s doing. You know it’s an act, because you can feel his heart pounding rapidly against your cheek. But ok, you’ll pretend to sleep as you hold him close, if that’s all the closeness he can handle at the moment.
B=Body Part (their favorite body part of theirs and their partner’s)
Jem’s pretty proud of his arms. He spends plenty of time lifting to keep them rock hard, and enjoys wearing sleeveless shirts that show off his tats.
On you, Jem’s a boob man. He just can’t get enough. He loves to watch them bounce as he holds you in his lap and fucks you. He loves to pull your nipples into his mouth with a groan, and he loves when you pull him closer, even though you can’t get a good grip on his short buzzed hair to hold onto him.
C=Cum (anything to do with cum basically)
Jem’s not afraid of getting sloppy in the bedroom. He says he loves to pull out of your mouth at the last second and come all over your breasts. But once he got comfortable with you and started to realize he might actually be falling for you, he’s wanted to come inside you, holding you firmly against him, with his eyes closed and his head thrown back.
D=Dirty Secret (a dirty secret of theirs)
Jem’s never been as successful with the ladies as Duggy, and when they were younger, he used to lie in bed and listen to the sounds from Doug’s bedroom right above his own. He used to imagine what Duggy was doing to that endless parade of women to make them sigh and moan and yell “oh yes oh yes oh god” as the bedsprings creaked faster and harder. Even when he knew it was his own sister up there with her legs spread wide for Doug, he’d been known to take his dick in hand and yank it to the sounds emanating from above. But he always felt guilty and filthy and angry about it afterward, and would throw himself out of bed and go lift weights in the basement until he was exhausted enough to fall asleep.
E=Experience (how experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)
Jem knows how to please a woman, but that’s always been secondary to pleasing himself. Until he met you. Now he tentatively tries new things that you know he picked up from watching porn, but he keeps an eye on your face until he sees whether you like it.
F=Favorite Position (goes without saying, will probably include a visual)
Jem likes to hold you up over his dick and fuck up into you, with your breasts right in his face where he can watch them bounce, and bury his face between them, rubbing to give you beard burn. He likes to mark you as his own that way.
G=Goofy (are they more serious in the moment, or are they more humorous, etc)
Serious all the way. Jem feels like humor makes him look weak, and if there’s one thing he doesn’t want to be in bed, it’s weak. You’ve only seen Jem crack a joke once, relaxed at a barbeque, holding you on his lap in a lawn chair and trading barbs with his friends. His laugh was a rough bark that vibrated against your body and traveled right to your core. Someday, you’d love to hear him laugh in bed with his arms around you like that.
H=Hair (how well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc)
Jem might buzz his head, but he’s all natural down below. There’s a dark line of hair that leads from his belly right down to his groin, and he doesn’t think real men shave anything down there. Although he was appreciative of that one time you got a full Brazilian wax, for the novelty of it.
I=Intimacy (how are they in the moment, romantic aspect)
The first few times, you might have said Jem was detached, keeping a part of himself back during sex. He took you with enthusiasm, but you got the feeling you could have been easily replaced in his mind’s eye with any number of other women. But after the first few weeks, after he’d sought you out and begged you for (he would have said ‘demanded’) another chance, you could see the change in him, how he seemed more in tune with you, more concerned about your pleasure, and more in the moment when he ran his large callused hands across your breasts, making your nipples stand at attention.
J=Jack Off (masturbation headcanon)
Jem tried not jacking off once, and he made it a whole two months, but it was a bitch. When he finally gave in, he found he wanted sex every day, twice, three times a day. Really fucked with his head for a while.
K=Kink (one or more of their kinks)
Voyeurism. Jem walked into your place once (not like he needed a key), and found you touching yourself on the bed in the moonlight. Instead of joining you or saying something, he sat down in the armchair in the corner of your room and grabbed hold of his dick down inside his loose track pants, pulling it with the same rhythm your fingers were moving on your widespread pussy. You didn’t notice him for a solid five minutes.
L=Location (favorite places to do the do)
Anywhere and everywhere. He’d taken you in his bed, in your bed, across the hood of the Flamer, and even once slid his fingers around your hip, into your panties. He caressed you between your legs while grinding his hard cock against your ass at the kitchen sink, while his friends partied in the next room.
M=Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)
Jem gets off on the idea of getting caught. You don’t care to think too hard about the similarity between this and his idea of a career. But he’s got that same wolfish grin on his face both when anticipating a successful robbery and when peeling off his tee shirt and stalking you across the room, his eyes not leaving yours.
N=No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)
You found out by accident that Jem won’t allow you to touch his asshole, when you ran your hand down the crack of his ass, caressing him as he pounded into you. He pulled out abruptly, jumped from the bed, and stood for a moment, eyes wild and breath short. It took him a minute to calm down before he wiped a hand down his face and gasped, “Jesus, I almost hit yah. Don’t fuckin’ do that. Evah.” This may have something to do with his nine years in Walpole, but he hasn’t wanted to talk about it yet.
O=Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)
Jem loves to have you go down on him. He especially likes to stand at the edge of the bed while you lay back, taking him into your mouth upside down, because you can take him all the way down that way. He likes to make you gag by slowly pushing his dick all the way to the back of your throat and holding himself there for a moment before pulling back out.
And going down on you? He’s characteristically sloppy and intense. He grabs your thighs and pulls you close as he buries his face in your pussy, his tongue held wide and firm across your clit. He’ll hold you there until you burst with your orgasm and beg him to please stop, when he’ll pull back with a self-satisfied smirk.
P=Pace (are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual?)
Depends on the mood. Sometimes he’s fast and rough and intense, with a crease between his brows as he concentrates, and sweat rolling down his temples, his arms straining to hold you steady. Sometimes he’s slow, almost hesitant, as he takes his time to taste each part of you. Those times, it’s hard to tell what ‘s going through his head, but you’d like to think he’s discovering a soft place in his heart as he discovers you.
Q=Quickie (their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc)
Yes please. Although Jem doesn’t say please. He says, “C’mere Woman. Give me yah slick little pussy right heah…”
R=Risk (are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc)
Jem seems always conscious of being rejected, so when he tries something new with you, he takes it slow. It’s only when he’s gotten your prior approval that he’ll take you hard, fast, and confidently.
S=Stamina (how many rounds can they go for, how long do they last)
Once he went for six hours straight, alternating from fucking you to banging you with his thick fingers to licking you until you quivered and begged him to stop. Turns out, he was higher than a kite that time. Since you confronted him about it, he’s been stone cold sober, and might only go one or two rounds, usually once quickly and roughly, followed by a slower, sensual round in which you sometimes feel like he’s trying to apologize for his earlier roughness.
T=Toy (do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)
What the fuck does he need toys for when he’s got a dick, a tongue, and ten fingers?
U=Unfair (how much they like to tease)
Jem’s not a tease, and he hates being teased in return. Outside the bedroom, his usual method of dealing with being teased is to knock the person flat on the ground with blood spurting from their nose. He wouldn’t lay a hand on you in violence, but seems almost hurt and confused if you try to tease him sexually.
V=Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make)
When you sink down onto him, letting him fill you slowly, he’ll let out a groan that vibrates you to the core. Otherwise he doesn’t say much. Except for recently, you heard him whisper to the top of your head, when he thought you were sleeping. You could swear the words had been, “I love you.”
W=Wild Card (get a random headcanon)
Once, when you knew Jem and his crew were off pulling a job, you went to his house and up to his room to wait for him. You knew the adrenaline rush of robbing banks gave him a desperate hard-on. When he came in, smashing the bedroom door against the wall, he caught site of you lying on his bed, covered with only a sheet and smiling at him. He slowly dropped a large duffel bag near the door and approached the bed, never taking his eyes from yours. A tiny smile played at the corner of his mouth. He reached out to grasp the sheet at the end of the bed and pulled it slowly down, revealing your breasts, then your belly, then your legs. You slowly parted your knees to give him a good look, and he groaned, shaking his head a little as if to clear it and biting his bottom lip. The two of you didn’t leave that room for the next four hours that day.
X=X-Ray (let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)
His cock is average length, but it fits the rest of his short, muscular body in its thickness. Veins run down the length of it, and he loves to watch you as you trace them with your tongue.
Y=Yearning (how high is their sex drive)
Jem’s always buzzing for a quick lay when he’s running on adrenaline. And at times when all is calm and quiet, he’ll pull you close and nuzzle your neck with his lips, silently questioning if you want him. You always do.
Z=ZZZ (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)
He’d like you to think he falls asleep immediately. In truth, he lies awake for a long while, thinking. But he doesn’t want to share the thoughts with you right now, so you pretend to sleep against him and don’t ask. Time will help him open up to you.
Gaaahhhd, this makes me want to get back into writing fanfic! Love this character!