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@kewlboy312
Son⊠THIS is what IâM here for. The slow motion at the end? PRICELESS!!!
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I canât just sit here and NOT reblog this.. I just canât.
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Boyfriend or Husband Material???
Both !!!!
He is not as dumb as we thought!
We have to get our azzs out and vote in November ! This administration is DISATROUS !
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Never wouldâve thought someone whistling could sound so amazing! Yâall see the guitarist reaction lol
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10 of Pentz came thruuu
Omg this actually works!!! Thank you 10 of Pentacles!!!
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I feel obligated to reblog this every time it shows up in my dash
No bragging, just 100% floored and grateful. Work hard, maintain a positive attitude, and believe that anything can happen.
So I reblogged this exactly a week ago because I thought it was funny and uh lo and behold, a family friend wrote me a big olâ check just to help me out of a tough financial spot AND my bank refunded me $32 for fees theyâd originally taken out. SO UH YEAH. Reblogging this again in hopes that it brings equally good fortune to my followers.
Sure why not? Jobs bring in money and prosperityâŠ
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Bring a fortune my way today
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Happy Black History Month
Today Is the last day of Black History Month.
And while I didnât get to honor every Black person I follow (in the way I wanted to) I decided to do something that feels good and represents my appreciation for you all. If I forgot to tag or add your profile from this list, my apologies. Please take from this post that YOU are included, regardless if your picture is here or not.
Our history can not be compacted in to a single month. Our history spans infinite. Black Culture, Black Excellence, Black Uplifting, Black Lives, Black Love is and should be observed, celebrated, taught and remembered every day of our lives.
To everyone that I follow and that are part of these posts, Thank you.
Thank you for sharing your stories, struggles, come ups and lives. Thank you for being excellent and preserving our history and changing the world with your incredible love, energy, hard work, knowledge, sense of community and spirits!
From the top of your head with natural hair that lifts in the wind as each tuft of hair drapes the air like a silk train. To curls, or coils and ringlets that drape your face, or a tight curl pattern, or full fro, or fade up or cornrows or a bald headâŠTo the bottom of your feet that belong to a body dripping in melanin of all gradations, on skin that looks like gold and smells like sunshine. To full features and big noses and full lips and curves and muscles and structure and form that rival that of gods, I am honored by you!
To our Black Women and Men who love us and give us life and guide our way and give us dreams and build our hope and instill us with faith. To doctors, writers, poets, lawyers, singers, musicians, servicemen and women, politicians, teachers, dreamers, fighters, feminists, managers, workers, singers, mothers, fathers, sisters, brothers, children, professionals, regulars, comic nerds, photographers, business owners, grandparents, directors, actors and actresses, activists, philanthropists, humanitarians and every single other type of moment that continues to enrich and build up the lives of Black people:
YOU ARE BEAUTIFUL!
YOU ARE PART OF OUR HISTORY!
OUR EXCELLENCE WILL NEVER END!!
WE ARE OUR ANCESTORSâ DREAM!
The Story of Paul Phillips
Excerpt from the book:Â The Other Side of Silence: Menâs Lives & Gay Identities - A Twentieth-Century History by John Loughery
Paul Phillips was a young black gay man growing up in the Midwest during the early 20th century. He was the son of a fairly prosperous middle class lawyer within a family exemplifying the aspirations of the talented tenth. Somehow, rumors of Paulâs extracurricular activities revolving around his âsexual behavior and preferenceâ reached his father. Quite calmly and plainly, his father explained to Paul that he was living his life within an âunnaturalâ condition since he did not evince a desire for the opposite sex within their small segregated community. To help his son overcome this âcondition,â a trip was planned to the Mayo Clinic in Rochester, Minnesota.
For a total of seven day, Paul was interviewed and examined. At the end, the doctors reported to Mr. Phillips and his wife that nothing could be done to change Paul; he would be a âhomosexualâ to the end of his days. And, that under Minnesota law at the time, they were required to report suspected gay men to the Rochester police, gay being a criminal offense. For whatever reason, the doctors, to the great relief of Mr. and Mrs. Phillips, declined to report Paul to the law enforcement authorities.
After returning home from an exacerbating trip that required them to camp out because they were not allowed to stay in white only hotels, Mr. Phillips came to a rather judicious conclusion about the sexual nature of his son. If his son suffered from an âillnessâ for which there was no cure, he would allow his son to lead his life as before, but lead it with DIGNITY and caution. Mr. Phillips said to Paul:
Find yourself a friend you can trust and bring him âŠWhat you do in your own room is your own business.
Mr. Phillips feared for Paulâs welfare. He understood the dangers of clandestine meeting spots where those like his son found one another and sometimes the law waiting for them.
It took Paul sometime to find a congenial lover, but at college in Topeka, Kansas after becoming a lawyer in the mid 1920âČs, he met another black man, a musician who played the organ for churches near school and together they began a relationship of mutual affection providing a respite against an often hostile and prejudiced world.
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