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he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
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My survival tactics began well before I left my dorm. I got out of the shower with the police in my head, assembling a cop-proof wardrobe. Light-colored oxford shirt. V-neck sweater. Khaki pants. Chukkas. Sweatshirt or T-shirt with my university insignia. Yet the all-American sartorial choice of white T-shirt and jeans, which many police officers see as the uniform of black troublemakers, was off-limits to me—at least, if I wanted to have the freedom of movement I desired.
One of the most shameful moments in US history.
On an average, 39 black people were lynched per year under Jim Crow. In 1892, the worst year, 161 black Americans were lynched.
More than a century later, the numbers have hardly improved. In 2015,258 black people were killed by US police, representing over 26% of deaths.
For 2016, the trend seems similar. As of July 7, US police have shot dead 509 people this year, of whom 123 were black.
Even counting only the deaths of black people who were unarmed, the results are staggering. A conservative count puts that death toll at 38, right in line with the average during Jim Crow.
me: humanity is awful i can’t believe this there is no goodness or love
me: life is ok actually and i have a reason to live
okay, real talk time. tumblr is not a good place to develop your political consciousness. (neither is reddit, or facebook.) social media incentivizes certain opinions by rewarding you with notes and followers and likes, and the relative anonymity makes things even messier.
people spout opinions that are just contrarian enough to seem edgy, and then cultivate an environment where you aren’t allowed to ask questions or change your mind. block lists, anonymous messages informing you that you reblogged a post by a Thought Criminal, et cetera… that’s not political discussion and growth, that’s peer pressure with a fancier vocabulary.
read! please, for the love of all that is holy, read! read things that make you uncomfortable. read what you’re “supposed to read”, read what you’re “not supposed to read”. think critically, and think for yourself. find places & forums where you can ask questions.
when I hear “shaving is a choice!!” or “make up is a choice!!” I feel like the subtext is “the choice you should be making!!”
I have my very first flip phone — with a camera! — and I feel like I’m living the excitement of the late 2000s all by myself.
The worst part of Pride each year is riding the subway late at night and seeing the gay guys, mostly the ones riding by themselves, slowly take off their rainbow stickers and beads and what-not in preparation for their walk alone in their neighborhood, doing their best to prevent the off-chance of being jumped. I saw one guy with a flag in his bag turn it upside down so it wouldn’t poke out.
So yeah, fuck that heterosexual pride day nonsense.
This is the saddest god damn thing I’ve read in awhile, mostly because I literally remember peeling my stickers off on my way home too for this reason
Two years ago in Budapest the organizers didn’t let anyone leave the place until we dropped all the rainbow flags into the trash cans and popped out the balloons, because people were waiting outside the cordons to get and beat us. Sadly the situation was so bad that even without the flags, we couldn’t leave for a good two hours after the event anyway. There were hundreds of people just waiting to be able to get home safely, but we simply couldn’t walk out of the place because of those assholes. In the end, the police made us leave in smaller groups via subway. They closed down the stations closest to ours, so we could avoid running into the people waiting us outside. This was in Budapest, in Europe, 2014. I hate this world we live in.
I want more stories that normalizes the idea that its fucking ok to NOT forgive shitty/abusive family members and that it’s ok to cut ties with them and NEVER forgive them even when they are on their death bed.
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“The biggest homophobes are just gays in the closet” is homophobic and I can’t believe people actually think it’s true.
straight people love this myth because it absolves them of having to examine their (conscious and unconscious) homophobic biases
The body has been for women in capitalist society what the factory has been for male waged workers: the primary ground of their exploitation and resistance, as the female body has been appropriated by the state and men and forced to function as a means for the reproduction and accumulation of labor.
Silvia Federici, Caliban and the Witch: Women, the Body and Primitive Accumulation (via owl-priestess)
can’t believe brexit actually won.... no words
Orlando survivor Patience Carter describes her feelings about being alive
Patience Carter, a 20-year-old survivor of the Orlando shooting was shot twice- once in each leg. She and her friend visited Orlando as a part of their summer vacation. Her friend Akyra Murray, 18,was shot in the arm and bled to death in the club that day…
This is hard to imagine what it was like to be there watching other people dying,atching your bestt friend bleeding to death and a man shooting other for no apparent reason, but hate.
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Photos of kids going to school in various parts of the world.
In the language of fashion magazines and cosmetic ads, making up is typically portrayed as an aesthetic activity in which a woman can express her individuality. In reality, while cosmetic styles change every decade or so and while some variation in make-up is permitted depending on the occasion, making up the face is, in fact, a highly stylized activity that gives little rein to self-expression. Painting the face is not like painting a picture. At best, it might be described as painting the same picture over and over again with minor variations. Little latitude is permitted in what is considered appropriate make-up for the office and for most social occasions. Indeed, the woman who uses cosmetics in a genuinely novel and imaginative way is liable to be seen not as an artist but as an eccentric. Furthermore, since a properly made-up face is, if not a card of entry, at least a badge of acceptability in most social and professional contexts, the woman who chooses not to wear cosmetics at all faces sanctions of a sort which will never be applied to someone who chooses not to paint a watercolor.
Sandra Lee Bartky, Foucault, Femininity and the Modernization of Patriarchal Power (via barbarakrugers)
A real life woman: I am a lesbian!
Tumblr: um she had a relationship with a man, clearly she was bi. Bi erasure!
Those same tumblr people probably: god I'm so tired of gold star bullshit!!!!!
Me: ???????
