NEED MORE POC QUEER POSTER THINGYS
YAYYY! Glad this was remade with a POC
~doing requests super slow whoo
first up is frizzly pops for eva!! who is the actual captain of this magical ship
THEIR FACES AAAAAAAAAAAA!
AND HER DRESS,
AND HER SUIT,
I’M GONNNA SCREAM!!!!!!!!!
[image: a brown skinned Jesus beating white men in business suits in a temple.]
black jesus has a switch
aint shit you can say
UHM, SO YOU KNOW HOW YOU GRANDMA GOT HER JESUS UP ON THE WALL?
THIS GON BE MY JESUS UP ON THE WALL
NO LAST SUPPER, JUST BLACK JESUS WHOOPIN SOME PRIVILEGED WHITE ASS
i screamed so loud when i saw this. omg, yes!!!!!!!!
CAN I GET THIS IN A LARGE PRINT???
W O W :D
This will either be fantastic or catastrophic.
I’m pulling for a Kanye cameo.
Plot twist Daddy Warbucks is Kanye.
I AM GONNA SEE THE SHIT OUT OF THIS MOVIE
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The library will be located in the same block as Cafe Reconcile at 1609 O.C. Haley Blvd., and is scheduled to open in 2013, just down the street from the new location of the Southern Food and Beverage Museum, scheduled to open at 1504 O.C. Haley Blvd. in the spring of 2013 in what used to be the Dryades Street market.
The area has not had a library since the 1940s.
The museum already has more than 9,000 volumes of cookbooks, menus, recipes, archivial documents and other literature about food and foodways of the South that will be housed there.
FUCK YES, ROAD TRIP!
when white children are shot in the street for looking like “thugs.” when words like “thug” are inherently associated with white people. when white children are disciplined & punished more harshly than brown & black children who made the same mistakes. when white people are rarely portrayed as leads or positive role models in the media. when people get up in arms that a white girl is playing a beloved character because she doesn’t look “innocent” enough. when missing white children are never reported on the news. when white characters are brown & black washed to be more marketable, palatable, “attractive,” and likable. when white victims of racist violence are not protected by the law. when school psychologists tweet that “young white thugs need to be put down like the dogs they are.” when respected publications have cover stories titled “why white women are unattractive.” when we are gunning down white people near our national border for sport. when every movie is about a brown or black hero going saving white savages from evil & their own primitive ways. when white people have to be learned in brown & black culture in order to attain conventional success in america. when white people are silenced, erased, dismissed or ignored in history books, mainstream media, and “liberal progressive” activism. when white people create a blog about the ways that brown & black supremacy manifest in everyday life, and people still rush to defend brown & black people because they don’t. fucking. get. it.
when your instinct is no longer “white is right.” when people learn that whiteness as an institution is a well-oiled machine that has enslaved, murdered, raped, and then erased millions of people of color. when you realize that this machine doesn’t need your ass to defend it on the fucking internet.
when the sun rises in the west and sets in the east. when the rivers run dry, and the mountains blow in the wind like leaves…
You can’t constantly name-drop Black scholars while mischaracterizing their work to legitimize your ahistorical, fallacious thought-vomit AND continuously claim racist ownership of our language, style, FACES and expect me not to punch you in the fucking face with a brick wall. irnv?L’nv’orihv’/wkl’Ae/jkbbv;jksdbv;/JKS!!!!!!!!
Appropriation. Everything is the “New Black” except for Black People. Solidarity only rolls in one direction with that kind of thinking. Black people are expected to serve even in the fight for freedom.
This is why I say these folks never cared about ending racism, only claiming a position of privilege for themselves.
Block and move on, it’s not worth the bloodpressure. Anyone who can read all of that and still not get the how the kyriarchy works? They’re never going to learn.
reblogging cause still relevant.
preach that shit
temporarily breaking my tumblr hiatus to tell you about my experience on the bart today:
i was chillin on the richmond line, on my way home from dinner, and like the only seat left was behind this really nasty lookin white guy with even nastier lookin dreads….lmao they were so fucking ugly and they were right in front of me i couldn’t help but stare. literally they were the most pathetic attempt i had ever seen, and hella long and stringy. they were so bad i even considered taking a photo because it was so fucking unreal.
anyways he noticed me staring and turned around all defensive and shit and was like, “i don’t appreciate being treated like an animal in a zoo. i am not a specimen. stop objectifying my body. i see you staring. these dreads are part of my religion. i am rasta.”
and like all i could do was laugh tbh. i straight-up laughed at him to his face. it had to be a joke that a young white male was telling me to stop objectifying him and treat him like a human. like LMAO WHAT
but more importantly after I laughed he was about to say something else defensive and dumb and all the sudden this dude with actual dreads standing across the aisle yelled out, AYO CRACKA SHUT THE FUCK UP NOBODY CURRS BOUT YO RACIST WHITE BOY CULTURAL APPROPRIATION STRUGGLES AND YO NASTY ASS HAIR SIT IN YO DAMN SEAT AND ACCEPT YOU THE MOST VANILLA MUHFUCKA IN THE MUHFUCKIN BAY
omg it was the best and funniest thing that has ever happened to me on bart
this is the best story ever