He’ll be fine. We’ll hose him down when we get to Florida.
Did the librarians drink all your tequila?” I asked him.
He looked exhausted.
“Damn near.
I say it doesn’t matter if we flew here or we swam here, it matters that we are here and we are one group and let us stop trying to make a litmus test for who is considered gay and who is not.
Librarian graffiti #alamw12 (Taken with Instagram at Adair’s Saloon)
FYI
What. The. Actual. Fuck.
@PatriciaHeaton tweeted some racist shit today:
Before you celebrate abortion Mr. President, you should go to this site: blackgenocide.org/black.html
So, if you are watching The Middle or re-runs of Raymond…stop.
I am a black woman.
I am your enemy if you seek to oppress me and mine.
I am dangerous as hell if you seek power through my oppression.
I am suspect if you fear someone who does not actively seek to be like you, to please you, or to give you strength through my submission.
I am something to be feared if you fear the empowerment of others.
I am - unbought, unbossed, and unashamed.
Reproductive justice didn’t happen to me.
Fighting for the right to determine whether to have children, to raise the children we have, and to raise our families in communities free of violence and oppression…all of that wasn’t done to black women.
All of that was and is done with black women, by black women for black women.
We are of this movement.
Always have been.
Always will be.
So reproductive justice didn’t happen to me.
I am reproductive justice.
::slow clap @Shark Fu::
I don’t have many friends; I’m very much a loner. As a child I was very isolated and I’ve never been really close to anyone. Ask nothing, expect nothing. That’s my creed. We’re all just a bunch of sinners crashing around in the darkness.
Zeiss Ikon Netar 518/16 + Fuji Puppy 400 by Giu Behringer on Flickr.
Good morning, Amsterdam by Amsterdamized on Flickr.
One day. One day I’ll visit here.
Pay attention to the person in the office that comes across standoffish or cold. The bitch in human resources or the asshole in accounting, you have no idea what people live with or what they struggle to manage.
Yes, some folks are just fucked up but most often than not, these people are trying to figure out their mental health. I’ve been lucky enough to try and contain these explosions so they don’t affect other people but it’s constant work. I’m always checking in with friends to make sure I didn’t do or say something to upset them. I’m constantly apologizing and checking to see if my speech is racing or my thoughts uncentered. When I’m feeling particularly unstable, I disappear. I stay hidden and silent until I feel grounded again.
There will always be a disconnect. I can only get so close to people. I need to protect them from my whimsy and quirks and bone crushing sadnesses. I lose people that way but I also know who is really in my corner if I can return and they welcome me back.
Whoa beautiful #northshore #sunny #vancouver by Kim Ridgewell on Flickr.
I live here. *pinches self*
