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Black women, you are allowed to be direct.
There is no such thing as being “too direct” when clearly and calmly stating your boundaries, communicating your needs, discussing business, etc.
Do not let one’s misogynoir, micro-aggressions, bias, and insecurity fool you/tell you otherwise.
Direct communication ≠ Threat or aggression.
Reblog this for the people in the back.
- @1-800-issabae
Be bold but polite. Be unapologetically yourself but empathetic to others.
To all my Black girls out there, please start believing that you are worthy.
You are worthy, sis.
Sometimes words aren’t enough. You can’t tell me you love me then act as if you don’t.
Don’t attempt to help someone who doesn’t want to help themselves. You’d be setting yourself up for disappointment.
When was the last time you did something for someone ? For a loved one? For a stranger? For yourself?
Chapters one and two is up! Go check it out! https://www.wattpad.com/story/228952652-playing-for-keeps
Freedom. That's all Evelyn ever wanted. The freedom to be who she craved to be. The freedom to do what she desired to...
You’re not always right. But you can always learn.
“My body, my choice” only makes sense when someone else’s life isn’t at stake.
Fun fact: If my younger sister was in a car accident and desperately needed a blood transfusion to live, and I was the only person on Earth who could donate blood to save her, and even though donating blood is a relatively easy, safe, and quick procedure no one can force me to give blood. Yes, even to save the life of a fully grown person, it would be ILLEGAL to FORCE me to donate blood if I didn’t want to.
See, we have this concept called “bodily autonomy.” It’s this….cultural notion that a person’s control over their own body is above all important and must not be infringed upon.
Like, we can’t even take LIFE SAVING organs from CORPSES unless the person whose corpse it is gave consent before their death. Even corpses get bodily autonomy.
To tell people that they MUST sacrifice their bodily autonomy for 9 months against their will in an incredibly expensive, invasive, difficult process to save what YOU view as another human life (a debatable claim in the early stages of pregnancy when the VAST majority of abortions are performed) is desperately unethical. You can’t even ask people to sacrifice bodily autonomy to give up organs they aren’t using anymore after they have died.
You’re asking people who can become pregnant to accept less bodily autonomy than we grant to dead bodies.
reblogging for commentary
But, assuming the mother wasn’t raped, the choice to HAVE a baby and risk sacrificing their “bodily autonomy” is a choice that the mother made. YOu don’t have to have sex with someone. Cases of rape aside, it isn’t ethical to say abortion is justified. The unborn baby has rights, too.
First point: Bodily autonomy can be preserved, even if another life is dependent on it. See again the example about the blood donation.
And here’s another point: When you say that “rape is the exception” you betray something FUNDAMENTALLY BROKEN about your own argument.
Because a fetus produced from sexual assault is biologically NO DIFFERENT than a fetus produced from consensual sex. No difference at all.
If one is alive, so is the other. If one is a person, so is the other. If one has a soul, then so does the other. If one is a little blessing that happened for a reason and must be protected, then so is the other.
When you say that “Rape is the exception” what you betray is this: It isn’t about a life. This isn’t about the little soul sitting inside some person’s womb, because if it was you wouldn’t care about HOW it got there, only that it is a little life that needs protecting.
When you say “rape is the exception” what you say is this: You are treating pregnancy as a punishment. You are PUNISHING people who have had CONSENSUAL SEX but don’t want to go through a pregnancy. People who DARED to have consensual sex without the goal of procreation in mind, and this is their “consequence.”
And that is gross.
^ THIS. This is this this THIS THIS THIS. THIS!!!!!
This is probably the strongest and well worded/supported argument for abortion that I have ever read.
WHY THE FUCK HAS TUMBLR FLAGGED THIS?! i’M FUCKING FURIOUS!!!
Yep, this was flagged for me too. Which is why I’m going to reblog it several time until Tumblr implodes.
This!!!!
*this but with one exception: women, not “people who can get pregnant”. This is misogyny against WOMEN. Name the problem.
My word choice was deliberate and accurate.
Anti-abortion action is, yes, driven by misogyny, absolutely. BUT it affects all people who are pregnant and can become pregnant, regardless of whether or not they are women (whether they be trans men, NB folk, or even girls, who are NOT adult women.) Both those facts are true, and my word choice was intentional to reflect that.
All of this was amazing, including the last comment.
New and final cover for my book. Hope you check it out on wattpad.
Family is and will always be important however even some family members can be toxic. Don’t forget your self-worth even when it’s family
Don’t let negativity in your life. People who put you in a negative space mentally, emotionally and physically are toxic. Learn who they are and find strength to let them go.
Remember you have to learn to love to be by yourself before you get into a relationship. Otherwise your happiness will depend on them and not who truly matters.
You.
I am truly disgusted by how we are handling George Floyd’s death. To my black community I understand that we are tired and angry. That we are completely fed up with the injustice that goes around. Your right to want to be heard though the way you decided to broadcast your anger is wrong. You need to understand that the violence will solve nothing. The riots have to stop. We are proud people who don’t need to become savages to be heard. Our problem is that we thought the fight was over after Dr.King. The fight was just dormant waiting for the moment to erupt. Please I beg of you don’t resort to violence to be heard. We can use other more progressive methods to be heard. 
Chapter 1 | MatteoAntonio Teaser...
The atmosphere changed the minute he stalked into the building. It seemed as if it darkened the moment he entered. The dimmed hue of lights no longer providing an intimate setting. With his arrival, it had a dangerous edge. His persona had a menacing vibe, that enticed every set of eyes of any space he entered.
Each set carried weighted on Matteo; he didn't mind though. He carried them effortlessly as he scanned the area with his eyes. Stalking forward he ignored the small line that was formed in front of the hostess desk. He also paid no mind to the groans that followed from some of the waiting customers.
Approaching the front he noticed a small round man working as the host. Matteo didn't bother speaking to the man as he noticed how terrified he was so he continued to walk.
"Sir, you cannot just barge into the dining area." The middle-aged man exclaimed yet decided it was better to remain at his post.
Hearing the commotion Philp the manager that more or less ran the restaurant ran out of his office. Prepared to intervene and send the intruder out the door; that is until he caught a glimpse of who it was.Swallowing some spit he nervously ran a hand through his thinning hair. Looking down on his clothes he retucked his black dress shirt into his slacks and straightened his tie as he approached Matteo.
"Mister Antonio," Philp called out attempting to grab Matteo's attention," sir I was not aware you'd be dining with us this evening ." He stuttered out as bravely as he could whilst trying to fall into step beside Matteo.
Matteo ignored the man and continued to stalk through the halls that divided private rooms. After reaching the door he was informed where he will find his current problem, with a wave of his hand he motioned to two of his guards that no one seemed to notice.
"Sir, I can get you a table immediately," Philp spoke frantically as he attempted to follow Matteo.
"Not, necessary," he spoke for the first time since arriving as he pushes through the private dining room doors.
The air was stale as the tension in the room grew. His profile blank he looked dead ahead at the man he preferred dead rather then alive....
"If you're truly blocked," the professor had said. "If you've tried all the tricks, and the words just won't come, it means something. It means you're writing the wrong thing. Your story took a wrong turn somewhere. The only way out is to go back to the beginning and write something new."
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