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Hair can be a masterpiece, and my girl is a artist 👩🏾🎨👏🏾. If you are are in or stay in NJ and need a hair consult, book with @in.yolandaschair I love the way she does my hair. #westorangenj #supportblackownedbusinesses #silkpress https://www.instagram.com/p/CZfgcrbvzLc/?utm_medium=tumblr
Here’s my full piece for the “Classics but Make it Gay” zine which Kickstarter has officially launched now! 😳✨
reminder. not everyone with these scars are in transition. this is black womanhood.
a fresh cut crop of soft spring flowers: beverly peele for elle us may 1991
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livingcivil:
My taste in clothing has never been gender specific. I don’t see a men’s or women’s section when it comes to my appearance. I gravitate to what I like. I wear it with confidence, make it my own, and ignore disapproving looks and comments. Whether it be a more feminine or masculine outfit makes no difference. Originality and the courage to embrace myself are all that matters. My look has always been androgynous and versatile. And there’s absolutely nothing wrong with that. Today, I’m launching my project “andro-”. It’s short for androgynous which means “of indeterminate sex”. I’m starting this project to encourage originality, push gender specific boundaries of fashion, and ultimately shine a light on those who are brave enough to be themselves. Loving yourself and your appearance is a lifestyle. You should celebrate it everyday. – @nikonmami
Photographer: @nikonpapi
Three photos of Black lesbian writer and activist Audre Lorde and her partner and fellow activist Gloria Joseph. Audre and Gloria lived together in Gloria’s home of St Croix in the Carribean until Audre’s death in 1992. The last thing Audre wrote was a note reading “Gloria, I love you.”
Imagine someone shoots you, very likely tried to kill you and after that trauma you expect sympathy and maybe an outpouring of support but instead your trauma becomes a meme and everyone is laughing at your pain.
And this is truly the burden of black women. The world tears us down to nothing so we build up these hard exteriors to protect ourselves (which usually manifests as what appears to be unwavering confidence) and are praised for our "strength" but really for how much abuse we can take. And the result of that is people feeling free to treat us any kind of way without remorse because we're expected to handle everything better than other women. We're rarely seen as victims, sympathetic characters, vulnerable, and deserving of affection.