american-proud

anonymous asked:

As an Australian, I am glad about our gun control. We see stories on the news about guns America. One of my friends was with his gf in America and he was shot and killed over nothing. The shooter said it was just bc he can. To me America is scary

That’s your right. You don’t have our history and traditions. I’m proud Americans fight against control, and don’t easily give up rights because a few idiots kill people and scare the timid. I don’t claim to preach to Aussies.

Also don’t take what the media feeds you. Its very pleasant here the vast majority of the time. Even with guns.

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Original Disney Shows starring People of Color

That’s So Raven (2003) // The Proud Family (2005) // Wizards of Waverly Place (2007) // Sonny With A Chance (2009) // ANT Farm (2011) // American Dragon: Jake Long (2005) // KC Undercover (2015) // Stuck In The Middle (2016)

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Love this!  I am proud to be an American.  This brought me to tears!

Hamilton is closely pursuing the law, and I have at length succeeded in making him somewhat mercenary. I have known him latterly to dun his clients for money, and in settling an account with me the other day, he reminded me that I had received a fee for him in settling a question referred to him and me jointly. These indications of regard to property gives me hopes that we shall not be obliged to raise a subscription to pay for his funeral expenses …
—  Here’s that letter from Robert Troup to Rufus King about Hamilton I mentioned in that post about the Hamiltons not having any money yesterday.  Robert Troup was such a gossip.  And man, I love that Ham was doing all this to build the house.  You know, if Ham was in debt because of drinking, gambling, etc., I would get looking down on him for not having any money when he died.  But that’s not what was happening here!

So proud and humbled to announce the release of the new self-titled sophomore album from American Football. Their first album in 17 years, we are delighted to release on CD / LP / Download on 21 October (ex-North America). Pre order HERE

The band will also play live in Chicago, New York, London and Los Angeles. Tickets - http://www.americanfootballmusic.com/live/

Oct 29, 2016 - Chicago, IL @ Vic Theatre
Jan 28, 2016 - New York, NY @ Terminal 5
Feb 11, 2017 - London, UK @ O2 Shepherd’s Bush Empire
Feb 25, 2017 - Los Angeles, CA @ The Ace Hotel Theatre

“1909 - Ellis Island - More than a century ago, they saw the shores of America and set foot in Ellis Island. They were refugees who wanted to escape war, discrimination, poverty and they were ready to risk everything for a new life. Some people considered that they should have stayed where they came from, or gone somewhere else, that they would be a burden for the country, that their culture was too different… Millions of people in the US are the heirs of these people. Today, they are proud Americans with Irish, Polish, Italian origin and they embody the spirit of America.” — JR on his new large scale mural that recently went up in NYC.

anonymous asked:

I really hope this isn't weird but I wanted you to know I think your fic is super good and I just. I love the way you're characterizing Small Mic. So much.

AWWWW thank you so much! :D <3 <3

THIS JUST IN

ADORABLE BABY COCKATIEL ACCEPTED TO PRESTIGIOUS HERO SCHOOL, PARENTS (AND WEIRD AMERICAN HONORARY UNCLE) VERY PROUD.

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Because even in 2016, Men of African descent, whose sexual orientation is other than heterosexual, and HIV positive, still need to be reminded daily that we matter.

Imagine what it was like for men like me, before the Internet, before Facebook, before openly gay/same gender loving/ queer men of color had access to social media.

We were thirsty for books, movies, meetings ( often in secret), house parties and a club that often had a designated “black” night , allowing us to be us!

When I was a teenager in the 80s and as a young adult, many gay and bi Black/ Latino/ Caribbean men would socialize with no interruption from cell phones or texts- we conversed.

We made eye contact while talking.

We perfected cruising a guy from across the bar, dance floor or living room.

When we read a book that celebrated us as Black gay men we made our peers aware too.

I remember the “community” respecting and accepting transgender women and men. We knew the difference between a drag queen vs someone transitioning to be a woman.

My parents weren’t fans of anything gay, even though one of my mothers sisters was an out “stud”. I was raised knowing about and meeting people who knew Malcom X,Marcus Garvey, W. E.B. DuBois, just to name a few. I was told Blacks can’t be gay .

Everybody in my family had a sense about my sexuality but no one said it, unless speaking of someone in a negative tone.

While attending a predominately white university in Ohio, comprised of a small number African American students, largely homophobic, I felt alone.

Then I discovered a book in my college library called “In the Life”. I felt validated and finally read stories and essays pertaining to same sex Black on Black love, relationships with family, HIV /AIDS, coming out, and so much more!

I know now that my experiences prepared me to be the social worker and advocate that I am today.

I remember how so many of my gay/bisexual friends made every effort to hide their sexuality from family, straight friends and community.
I grew tired of the shit and eventually said “fuck this, I’m coming out.”

I also remember losing 100 friends,-all under the age of 30-in one year, all of whom succumbed to complications from AIDS . They also died from shame, sadness and many times, family rejection. Rarely were the “fags” allowed to the funerals, if we did attend, the deceased died from either cancer or Gods will against you sinners.

The following year I would take a test for HIV after my boyfriend told me he had tested positive- I was HIV negative, but I refused to return for a second test. Back then, you had to wait almost up to two weeks for the results of an HIV test. Subsequently, I progressed to AIDS when finally diagnosed, and almost died. By that time my boyfriend and I broke up due to his infidelity.

I didn’t fit the so called profile of a person infected with the HIV virus based on what was said on tv. Back then it was said that mainly White, gay men, with multiple sex partners,drug addicts and prostitutes were most at risk of contracting the HIV virus, which, if untreated, could progress to AIDS. I exclusively dated men of the African diaspora, didn’t use drugs and by the time I was 27, had sex with only two men, both were long term boyfriends.

I was naive and too trusting. I equated love with sex, and sex with love. I thought I knew how to choose the right boyfriend.

How foolish.

I found out after we broke up, that my ex knew he had the HIV virus since the early 80s, way before we met in the 90s.

Life goes on.

In a world where same sex marriage is legal in the United States and a man of African ancestry was voted president of the United States for two terms, I am a still a target for loving a man and being Black.

Mentoring young people of various sexual orientations and of the African diaspora, I see them having the same struggles I went thru, while in the midst of progression.

I matter.

My gay/ same gender loving/ trans/queer/brothers matter.