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Today's Document
EXPECTATIONS
Misplaced Lens Cap
Not today Justin
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Show & Tell
he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
Jules of Nature
The Stonewall Inn
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@mountainsnail-blog
Sometimes an Aquarius new moon hits and you just hafta put on the fur & lipstick while you clean house and decide if today is the day to free-bleed. #purplelipstick #aquariusnewmoon #foxfur #followyourbliss #sayyestolife #wombcleaning #unapologetic #practicingcuriosity
And every day, the world will drag you by the hand, yelling, “This is important! And this is important! And this is important! You need to worry about this! And this! And this!” And each day, it’s up to you to yank your hand back, put it on your heart and say, “No. This is what’s important.
Iain S. Thomas, I Wrote This for You (via larmoyante)
someone can be madly in love with you and still not be ready. they can love you in a way you have never been loved and still not join you on the bridge. and whatever their reasons you must leave. because you never ever have to inspire anyone to meet you on the bridge. you never ever have to convince someone to do the work to be ready. there is more extraordinary love, more love that you have never seen, out here in this wide and wild universe. and there is the love that will be ready.
nayyirah waheed (via thatkindofwoman)
Don't expect more from the breakup than you got in the relationship.
Keeps being true, any way you look at it.
And she has a lovely free “Radical Love Workshop” here.
Enjoy!
An outline for loving relationships, a doctrine for intimate revolutionaries & relationship anarchists, and a reminder to myself to live each day authentically.
I respect that each connection in my life will find its own right place, time, and spirit – with an appreciative understanding that each connection evolves in unpredictable ways.
I realize and value that there are all kinds of love, and not all of them are sexual. I will be open to all expressions of love. I will give and receive love freely and often.
I do not believe in placing arbitrary limits on myself or others based on an understanding of love as a finite commodity. I firmly believe that the more love I give, the more it grows and that people have an unlimited capacity to love.
I will strive to be aware of how social conditioning is affecting my responses to love, and work towards breaking bad habits so that love can be redefined, explored, and expressed without hindrance.
I appreciate that each expression of love is special. I recognize that all love has value and that one kind of love can never be better than another.
I will keep my heart open to receive love. I will keep my heart open to give love. I will not be afraid to explore and express love frequently in multiple ways. I will be open to vulnerability and intimacy. I will lower my shield to let love in and will slow down and listen when my shield goes up.
I understand that people have varied needs, that one person cannot fulfill all needs of another, and it is our responsibility to express and get our own needs met. I recognize that this builds community and connection, which is the goal and helps to spread love.
I will encourage those I love to love more. I will be supportive when someone I love finds love or expresses love. I will look inward if any expression of love causes me to feel threatened or insecure. I will be open to being told I am not being supportive.
I will examine my own fears and strive to not let them get in the way of expressing and experiencing love. I will listen with an open heart if someone’s honesty hurts me. I will strive to always respond with grace and speak authentically.
I believe in being open to change and fluidity in relationships, even when it hurts. I believe love is the absence of guilt and fear. I believe love is acceptance that love involves choices.
I recognize that love can become strained, love can be withheld, and love can be painful. I will strive to be honest with myself and others in order to remain compassionate to myself and others.
I respect that love fosters deep bonds, and that expressions of love should be encouraged without the fear of threatening someone else’s comfort. I believe that compassion, safety, trust, and respect are essential to maintaining love.
I believe that self-love is essential, and without it, love is impossible.
Interviewer: But the question is more, how do you get there? Do you get there by confrontation, violence?
Davis: Oh, is that the question you were asking? Yeah see, that’s another thing. When you talk about a revolution, most people think violence, without realizing that the real content of any revolutionary thrust lies in the principles and the goals that you’re striving for, not in the way you reach them. On the other hand, because of the way this society’s organized, because of the violence that exists on the surface everywhere, you have to expect that there are going to be such explosions. You have to expect things like that as reactions. If you are a black person and live in the black community all your life and walk out on the street everyday seeing white policemen surrounding you… when I was living in Los Angeles, for instance, long before the situation in L.A ever occurred, I was constantly stopped. No, the police didn’t know who I was. But I was a black women and I had a natural and they, I suppose thought I might be “militant.”
And when you live under a situation like that constantly, and then you ask me, you know, whether I approve of violence. I mean, that just doesn’t make any sense at all. Whether I approve of guns.
I grew up in Birmingham, Alabama. Some very, very good friends of mine were killed by bombs, bombs that were planted by racists. I remember, from the time I was very small, I remember the sounds of bombs exploding across the street. Our house shaking. I remember my father having to have guns at his disposal at all times, because of the fact that, at any moment, we might expect to be attacked. The man who was, at that time, in complete control of the city government, his name was Bull Connor, would often get on the radio and make statements like, “Niggers have moved into a white neighborhood. We better expect some bloodshed tonight.” And sure enough, there would be bloodshed. After the four young girls who lived, one of them lived next door to me…I was very good friends with the sister of another one. My sister was very good friends with all three of them. My mother taught one of them in her class. My mother—in fact, when the bombing occurred, one of the mothers of one of the young girls called my mother and said, “Can you take me down to the church to pick up Carol? We heard about the bombing and I don’t have my car.” And they went down and what did they find? They found limbs and heads strewn all over the place. And then, after that, in my neighborhood, all the men organized themselves into an armed patrol. They had to take their guns and patrol our community every night because they did not want that to happen again.
Angela Davis on violence and revolution (1972)
President Obama talks with Yolanda Renee King, 5, granddaughter of Martin Luther King Jr., Aug. 28, 2013.
she has his eyes
GRANDDAUGHTER
Not great great granddaughter Not great granddaughter
But GRANDDAUGHTER
Think about the generations and how far away the civil rights movement actually was not
Granddaughter bruh. And she’s only 5. That shit happened like yesterday.
#militant #langstonhughes #thepantherandthelash #blackexperimentalwriters (at http://blackgirlgradschool.com)
This has nothing and absolutely everything to do with being a black girl in an english graduate program … so … I’ll post it here because it’s necessary.
I will not take ‘but’ for an answer. — Langston Hughes
493 days ago, I was sitting much the same way – cross legged, with my laptop atop two pillows, my hands refusing to stop moving – in the same space, sitting and thinking through typing … about Trayvon Martin. Today, I’m doing the same for Mike Brown. Today is not a day unlike others. Today, I woke up and remembered that Darren Wilson’s freedom reminded the nation, all at once, that the lives of black boys do not matter. And enraged at this peculiar institution – this merging of white America and white privilege and racism and patriarchy and denial and irrational fear as one system guised as justice – I wanted to be like so many of the other folks around me. I wanted to be distraught. I wanted to be confused. I wanted to be outraged, shocked, and overwhelmed to the point of immobility. I wanted to feel one large sense of mourning for and with my community. However, this is not the case. If I once felt any of those things for Trayvon or Kendra or Amadou or Rekia or Marlon or Tyisha or Kimani or Renisha or Tamir or … I do not, I cannot, I will not feel those ways now. Today, I’m unwilling to pretend like others have not felt the same for [please, insert your own history lesson here, because it is not my job today, to teach us all the history of anti-black violence and oppression in the United States of America].
I cannot feel all of the Ferris wheel/roller-coaster/spinning vortex of emotions because today is not my first day waking to the fact that white supremacy wants to wipe all people of color (except, maybe, those willing to be used for re-imagined forms of chattel slavery) from the face of this planet. Today, I am not surprised by the non-indictment of a white man for the murder of a black body. I cannot pretend to allow my mind to be moved. Toni Morrison has taught all of us that, “The function of racism is dysfunction …” and “… distraction. It keeps you explaining, over and over again, your reason or being. Somebody says you have no language, so you spend twenty years proving that you do. Somebody says your head isn’t shaped properly, so you have scientists working on the fact that it is. Somebody says you have no art, so you dredge that up. Somebody says you have no kingdoms, so you dredge that up. None of that is necessary. There will always be one more thing." So somebody says a black boy deserved to die over stealing a pack of cigarillos (though you know he was really stopped for jaywalking); somebody says that the white man who murdered him and stood over his body never stood over his body (though you have seen the picture suggesting otherwise); somebody says that his hands were not up, they were down/out/beside his body/covering his torso/somewhere other than in surrender and tells you that conflicting reports of those facts are reasons why his murderer should not be brought to justice (as though hands attached to a body being inundated with bullets might not move); somebody tells you that the black boy was big and scary and; even unarmed, posed a threat needing to be handled with fatal force (even though we have seen his murderer’s minimal “bruising,” even though we know that none of us have ever seen an unarmed black boy run toward a police officer firing at him, even though we know that if we had ever seen that, then that murderer would need be brought to justice not just for killing a black boy, but for killing a young black god and warrior of resistance); somebody says these things and a host of other unbelievable completely implausible lies, and black people and black people’s allies feel forced to react/respond/(re)educate white America (and its persistent/incessant internet trolls) on the importance of black life. This is unnecessary. White people are aware of the importance of black life in America. That’s why they brought us here. You are aware of exactly what that means without me having to give a full dissertation on the ways in which our culture and labor have been used/are continuing to be used to build and sustain white power in the United States. We do not need to educate white people on the importance of black life. We need to show ourselves, and the world around us, the importance of black power. And black power, like white power, is to be wielded in whatever way feels real and useful and valuable to you. And that is scary to most people, specifically white people unwilling to deconstruct white privilege and power, specifically white people unwilling to deconstruct white privilege and power because they are afraid that black power will one day look like white power and all that white power has meant in the United States. When you resist, you will face resistance. Do not be distracted. Do not be deterred. Do not let anyone else attempt to define your resistance while fooling you into compliance. Today is not a day to give up. Today, like every day that you wake with breath in your body, is a reminder of why we must keep fighting. with <3, khoLi.
#fluid #tomboy #Cuntry #borninthesouth #magnoliatrees #druid #woods #sticks #hills #backtobasics
Marguerite Duras
She was a pioneer in trans and lesbian issues, workers rights, and intersectionality long before anyone could define the phrase. Her partner, Minnie Bruce Pratt, and family offered us this obituary.
Leslie Feinberg, who identified as an anti-racist white, working-class, secular Jewish, transgender, lesbian, female, revolutionary communist, died on November 15. She succumbed to complications from multiple tick-borne co-infections, including Lyme disease, babeisiosis, and protomyxzoa rheumatica, after decades of illness.
She died at home in Syracuse, NY, with her partner and spouse of 22 years, Minnie Bruce Pratt, at her side. Her last words were: “Remember me as a revolutionary communist.”
Rest in Power
The Bathtub by Marco Bellotto
