Jesus and/or God aren’t worried about your fucking facebook statuses, shares, and likes…
*sigh*
Creepy Smalls
My phone quit working without notice. So I did what any person dealing with a first world problem would do, I wrote an email. I know it’s not really going to do anything but it felt good to tell them that they suck.
Fuck Motorola and their Cliq…
I’m really caught up in the idea that men will always want to fuck/be attracted to other women no matter what. It’s a given but what has me caught up is the fact that women are no different. We’re ready to ooh and ahh and fan ourselves when the right dick comes across our timeline but I wonder why the world doesn’t acknowledge it. Is it one of those things where women are just too ladylike to publicly go “DAAAAAAAAAAMN!” the way a man might if he saw a woman with a fat ass? Are women more sensitive to feeling inadequate so we silently fantasize about ________ so an ego stay intact while our spouses and mates hit strip clubs? I think what I’m looking for is acknowledgement.
At the end of “Eternally” by Phonte on his album Charity Starts At Home someone(not sure if it’s Phonte or not) is going on about that man’s desire is an inescapable fact, not a poor reflection of his mate. I totally dig it but it got me thinking. People tend to ignore that same desire is in women. It’s as if people think that once a woman is with someone she puts on desire blinders. But we don’t.
Maybe it’s latent hoshit but I assess whether or not I will give men the panties based on looks. I’m not going anywhere, it’s just harmless fun to have in my head. I love my husband and I am still attracted to him, but I’m looking. Body shapes, dick prints, dick photos, smiles, whatever, I’m looking. I wish more women acknowledged that part of themselves. I wish it was more “your partner” is going to desire other people versus “your man” because women are human beings too. Human beings with eyes and brains and not just a heart that beats for some man.
“Ma, ma, ma, ma, ma, ma” - my daughter
This does work. The raced and gendered hostility. The empty seat next to her. The sense of tension. It works. In comparison to the sculpture yesterday.
This is a photo of the first Black girl to attend an all white school in the United States—Dorothy Counts—being jeered and taunted by her white, male peers. This photo encompasses a lot of things that I really hate: prejudice, ignorance, racism, sexism, inequality…
powerful picture.
I used to have the above photo, as well as this one of Elizabeth Eckford, taped up on the wall in my room, as part of a sort of “tough-hearted women and femmes” altar-like thing. Resistance isn’t always this graceful; it doesn’t always wear a neat dress and endure the slings and arrows of ignorant, mean-spirited enemies without spitting back in rage. But when it does appear in this way, my heart breaks wide open.
Here’s to Dorothy, and Elizabeth, and Rosa, and all those others who I could sit and name all day. Inside those dresses are quiet warriors - Dorothy’s eyes say it all.
I have a problem with the people who have a problem with the people who talk about problems. Things must be discussed. Words and actions go together. Sometimes they’re within the same person. Sometimes they’re not.
Dear Facebook
Dear Facebook,
Please stop showing that person in your People You May Know section. I’m this close to adding this person and hiding their updates just so I don’t have to see his/her face. You’re fucking it up for everyone.
Me
