I had a realization while talking to a dear friend tonight. I’m not explaining my gender to folks anymore. I’m not a stud, or butch, or masculine of center. Those words don’t feel good on my frame. They’re too tight like my gender definition shrank in the dryer. I don’t owe anyone anything. You can use the words that make you comfortable when discussing me. But i have no use for them. They’re not mine and I won’t be using them.
Father’s Day is Coming Up;
and I must say I am VERY disappointed.
There is NEVER as much hype made about Father’s Day as tehre is Mother’s day.
Don’t get me wrong, Mother’s are the Foundation of a family. But the Father is it’s Fire. It’s Passion. It’s will to Push on and Ascend to…
My father is one of those people. <3
i think about my city often but, due to current events, i have been doing so constantly. at the risk of sounding banal, the past two days have been nothing less than an emotional roller coaster. i try to be happy but i get on the internet and realize why we can’t have nice things, not even if…
desensitized eyes on this body i am…in this mirror i am. i got ostracized and didn’t notice till i closed my eyes last a.m. didn’t see. i need a point to keep these eyes in focus. i need my eyes to be quicker than your hands. they aren’t and won’t ever be- so when you do magic i won’t watch. see, my eyes have an ego. i need these eyes like..i need the holes in my head. i always find something off, like a hairline. symmetry gives me boner, it isn’t boring at all. my eyes don’t bore me at all. neither do yours. i never saw you fuck, except that one time? i still get off to the residue that the image left behind. what i see inside my mind now isn’t technically with my eyes. i heard about a third, but i’ll believe it when i see it blink on my forehead. big head. five head. eye don’t know. eyes just talking.
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I’m starting a snapback collection. These are a couple I bought from Shibuya 109. I like them a lot. Oh yeah, by the way I moved to Tokyo last month. It’s pretty sweet.
At the STWTS opening, I asked people to write their own captions to street harassers.
From Stop Telling Women to Smile Opening at Fresthetic on April 12, 2013. Brooklyn, NY.
Photos by Tatyana Fazlalizadeh
Next time a man who I DON’T know asks me to smile for him, I’m gonna ask him to tell me a joke. If it’s good I’ll smile, if not, good day sir,
(Source: stoptellingwomentosmile)
“Jews went into Auschwitz and came out as Jews. Africans went into the ships and came out as Blacks. The former is a Human holocaust; the latter is a Human and metaphysical holocaust.”
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Frank Wilderson, Red, Black, and White: Cinema and the Structure of US Antagonisms (via so-treu)
Whew !!!
(via voyagebysexualdiscovery)
Tell it.
