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““They’ve got their little categories, like ‘conscious’ and ‘gangsta’. It used to be a thing where hip-hop was all together. Fresh Prince would be on tour with N.W.A. It wasn’t like, ‘You have got to like me in order for me to like you.’ That’s just some more white folks trying to think that all niggas are alike, and now it’s expanded. It used to be one type of nigga; now it’s two. There is so much more dimension to who we are. A monolith is a monolith, even if there’s two monoliths to choose from. I ain’t mad at Snoop. I’m not mad at Master P. I ain’t mad at the Hot Boys. I’m mad when that’s all I see. I would be mad if I looked up and all I saw on TV was me or Common or The Roots, because I know that ain’t the whole deal. The real joy is when you can kick it with everyone. That’s what hip-hop is all about. … They keep trying to slip the ‘conscious rapper’ thing on me. I come from Roosevelt Projects, man. The ghetto. I drank the same sugar water, ate hard candy. And they try to get me because I’m supposed to be more articulate, I’m supposed to be not like the other Negroes, to get me to say something against my brothers. I’m not going out like that, man.””

— — Mos Def on being called a “conscious rapper” (via goalsetc)

“Black people have to be invited into historically white spaces – in this case think ballet, opera, classical music, high fashion, white neighborhoods, etc. – and even then the invitations are extended very rarely. On the contrary, with no invitation whatsoever white people have not only inserted themselves in historically black spaces – hip hop, rap, R&B, jazz, soul, b-boy culture, gospel, rock n roll, the gay ballroom scene, neighborhoods facing gentrification, streetwear/“urban” fashion, etc. – but they exploit them for their own gains and agendas, and we’re all expected to oblige and just let them play… because everyone deserves to swim in our pool, right? So this is why you can’t change your race. That is some next-level white supremacist fuckery that no god written about thus far has the power to imbue you with. It is a white supremacist attempt to revise or erase not only our past, but a future that has never had a chance to escape you yet. The last thing we have for ourselves that can’t be raped or pillaged from us is our literal blackness. You can keep gentrifying the hood, but you will never gentrify blackness. You can’t fucking have it. End of story!”

— aok (via afroofknowledge)

When a relationship is "like family" but in a bad way. "Like family" in the sense that it becomes the only allowable place to seek care. In that it legitimizes the isolation and violence of an us-vs-them mentality. In that it creates hierarchical power structures and conditions where abuse and control are both easily rationalized and near impossible to break out of. Where the only way to escape your subjugation is to stop being the child and become the parent, starting the cycle anew. And this is both expected and encouraged. Where you feel obligated to repay your caretaker by becoming the kind of person they want you to be. Where everyone looks a little too much like you.

“Last night over the phone you said I’m coming home soon but in the dream cardinals called the winter-bare branches home too. Now, there’s so many things i wish i could want: the return of prayer or the return of you.”

— Sean Cho A., “My Thoughts,” published in Wax Nine

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“When [Disgrace] published the ‘Ruff Sex’ portraits in On Our Backs in 1989, I ran one photo as the centerfold - a girl gang bang that showed it’s femme bottom in the outer reaches of sensation. It was an amazing construction of a classic girl fucked into insensibility by strangers who carry that ‘don’t know or care’ air about them. The magazine was immediately returned by most of our retailers, and never made it though the mail to others. ‘Ruff Sex’ was seen as the unthinkable - a lesbian oxymoron. How could women be so rough with each other? How could there be a ‘victim’ and her tormentors? How could they ‘use’ her that way? And to top it off, how could these women be such remorseless exhibitionists as to perform the whole scene for the camera? None of these questions would be relevant if it weren’t for the assumptions that we have about female sexuality: deferential, gentle, nurturing, modest. We are surprised to see women put their bodies to the test sexually, to go to the extreme - although this is exactly what a woman’s body is made for: extremes, endurance. One thing about women who are into masochism is the stamina factor - the endurance, and the yearning for release through endurance. Perhaps the greatest feat of ‘Ruff Sex’ is the players look out of control - as candid and spontaneous as spit-”

Susie Bright, Nothing But The Girl: The Blatant Lesbian Image (1996), photo from Love Bites (1991) shot by Del LaGrace Volcano

Community Label: Mature

Sexual themes

if you wanna understand why transmisogyny is so horrifying you have to understand the sorts of social and cultural patterns it takes to abuse someone until they will happily fulfill the role of the fetishized tokenized tranny bc any other option means isolation and death.

patriarchal society needs its sacrificial hypersexualized disgusting living sex-objects, and transmisogyny is how it tries to turn a human into that. i keep thinking abt this 4chan thread i read ~2013 shortly after i came out, in which a chaser talked about how he specifically liked dating trans women because “they have such low self-esteem that you can make them do anything”. he went on to talk about how he specifically looks for trans women with “dead, lifeless eyes” (aka dissociated from ptsd) because “they’re like a doll you can mold into whatever you want, then discard when you’re done, and there will always be more desperate for love”

that’s what transmisogyny is: a systematic pattern of abuse applied to a small sacrificial portion of the population to create a class of women with no claim to community or personhood, who will never be defended or avenged, who can be safely sunk into the attrition of patriarchy’s darker desires to protect the cis women, who after all could one day be mothers or some other kind of person. we are the class sacrificed to men’s violence and cis women’s violence. the socially unimportant. the weird and ugly. the punching bag. the blowup doll that talks. the mad artist that produces something great and then must burn out cause who could support that eccentric through life? the activist who makes huge steps for the better but stumbles on a community that would rather rape and abandon her than admit that it needs her. the queen of the dance who gets beaten with sticks as she’s leaving it and no one helps.

and its easy to do this, by painting the class as predatory, by making us hate and fear our own genitals, by indoctrinating us with an absurd amount of self-hatred, by giving us no out, no safe community, no one we can ever turn to. every cis person becomes a beartrap just waiting to swing shut and take out a chunk of flesh. and with fear and trauma we start to disappear from the world. we commit suicide, we overdose on heroin, we starve quitely in rooms playing videogames, or we become the tranny they want, deadeyed and always compliant and always ready to soak up blame. but whatever happens its the same: over time, we cease to exist. the person we are withdraws from the world until there is little to nothing left.

i don’t know how to stop it, but this has to stop. this is not something anyone ever should have to go through.

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nothin' quite like how a dog loves

let dead dogs lie - silas denver melvin // red dog - elizabeth frink // how to be a dog - andrew kane // domestication syndrome - dhole b // no origin found // for your own good - leah horlick // pleasure - beth cavener // it will come back - hozier // i am a dog. i have blood all over my teeth. - uhode // same poem as directly previous