I miss this so much I used to look so bloody bad ass!


Lovely lil lunch at a brunch place with my momma when she visited today! Homemade veggie burger with avocado and vegan sweet potato fries, ft. my mom’s lemon iced tea. So filling and delicious, my body is still happy from this


#Every28Hours (2/23/15): Meet Janisha. Janisha was involved in a domestic dispute with her girlfriend, which resulted in her girlfriend calling the police to take her in for a mental health evaluation. Janisha’s girlfriend warned the officer’s upon entry into their apartment that she had a knife, but the she didn’t believe that she would hurt them, stressing again that Janisha was unstable and needed evaluation. When Janisha did not drop the knife, an officer proceeded to shoot her twice. According to Janisha’s neighbors she was a quiet and small young woman, barely standing above five feet. According to her girlfriend, Janisha was more than 6 feet away from the cops who shot her. Janisha’s story is not an easy one, but she deserved a chance at life, not a bullet when she needed help. Uplift her name. Janisha Fonville, we fight for you now too. #staywoke #farfromover



She is 76 years old “he started working out in her 50′s which truly shows no one is ever too old to get fit! She was trained by a former Mr. America.” “She runs 10 miles or more a day? How many of us can’t even run 1 mile at a time?”

“If we, as women and men, truly look to our elders, like Mrs. Ernestine Shepherd, we could learn so much. Its time that we, as people, find a true purpose. We write so much on the negative issues in our world, when we there are wonderful examples of the good side of our world like Mrs. Shepherd. If we could really focus on self preservation, respecting others and helping others in what we do, God would be so pleased. Let’s get inspired by this angel of a woman that should make anyone jump up and get a heads start on being fit for life. We’re running at this moment….!! Lol”


6 facts that show mental health is an issue the black community must not ignore 

During last week’s Empire, one of the main characters, Andre, found himself in a facility for treatment of his bipolar disorder. Despite him struggling with his condition, Andre’s parents shrugged off the illness, one of them even decrying it as a “white person’s” problem. This couldn’t be farther from the truth.

HELL NO! The time for remorse would’ve been when my husband was yelling to breathe. That would’ve been the time for him to show some type of remorse or some type of care for another human being’s life, when he was screaming eleven times that he…can’t…breathe. So there is nothing that him, or his prayers or anything else that would make me feel any different. No, I don’t accept his apology. No I couldn’t care less about his condolences.

Esaw Garner

Eric Garner’s wife’s response to the lack of indictment for Daniel Pantaleo and NYPD for extrajudicially executing her husband Eric Garner. A reporter asked how she feels about Pantaleo’s “apology.” Because once again, centering White “feelings” is more important than a Black woman’s grief, a family’s grief, and the impact of State violence and anti-Blackness on Black people. 


Black Women, Online Space and Boundaries 

No, you don’t own Black women’s conversations with each other. No, they do not become your property solely because "it’s the Internet!" (as if people do not try to control my conversations and physical space/safety offline; social media is not a separate planet but a part of “real life” as well), and "public space" and because you can see the conversations. No, "free speech!" (do people get what this actually is, or nah?) is not only for White men, Whites, or men (where they can demand to be heard or harm and then I cannot have speech in rebuttal to or rejection of them). Your “free speech” is not infringed upon when I tell you to leave me the fuck alone. I cannot censor your speech via my disinterest at least and boundaries at most. No, not every Black woman came to Twitter for “open discourse” to "debate" our humanity any more than I want to talk to every single shopper that I see at the mall solely because they overheard me speak to someone that I know at the mall. I don’t have to “hide” my conversations to have a response to derailment, gaslighting and trolling anymore than I should be forced to stay home to “avoid” street harassment since it exists.

I didn’t join social media to be a race/gender Fact Portal. Hi, human being here. No, Black women do not have to always center other people and can discuss our own lives at times as well. (This doesn’t mean that I don’t speak to all sorts of people; I do of course; it means why do I *owe* anyone a conversation, especially when their intent is to harm?) No, Black women do not “owe” emotional and intellectual labor to everyone and have to stand by quietly as the most abusive erasure (and I am tired of this; even this very post—like so many of mine—will be tampered with by people desperate to silence me and their sidekicks who will gladly reblog their tampering versus the original) occurs, from tweets, to essays, to articles, to panels, to which voices get to be heard, to “progressive” spaces, to media itself. There’s this myth that allowing the privileged to dominate the space/time/bodies of the oppressed is “inclusivity” (haha, let’s ignore structural power dynamics then) and not allowing it is “oppressing” the oppressor. That’s trash, fam. (This is the source of a lot of the White liberal journalism angst lately; they cannot speak for us or to us any kind of way anymore so they whine about “political correctness.”)

No, Black women do not have to exist solely as statistics and metaphors and whatnot to recenter non-Black women’s lives; just as Black people in general do not have to exist solely as metaphors to be co-opted and used for non-Black people’s lives. No, Black women are not “oppressing” non-Black women when we affirm our own beauty and greatness, especially in an anti-Black and misogynoiristic society, at that—that regularly renders us at the bottom via the dehumanization of anti-Blackness and erasure of womanhood via misogynoir—even though all women face misogyny. No, I am not required to make every conversation generic and facile to keep people comfortable. I can speak with specificity and nuance, when it matters or is needed. I regularly support groups of people who aren’t like me, yet any moment that I mention Black women specifically, people fly like bats out of hell to try to silence me immediately if not change the topic altogether. Sometimes the conversation is simply about our lives though people pretend that Black women have no interior lives, as if we just mention “arbitrary” oppression each day then return to our frozen pods to wait for sunrise and repeat.  

The absolute worst are moments when I share affection back and forth with another Black woman online, being supportive or loving, and then someone jumps in to claim that what we’re doing is “racist” (yes; i.e. once a White man said I am the same as the KKK if I care about other Black women) or co-opts the conversation and “compliments” us both as “good resources,” as if their consumption and voyeurism is equal to our affection. Consumption is not compassion. And, for Black people in general, well, we saw how some people responded to the self-love and “racial health” of #BlackoutDay. That we were loving to each other and existing outside of the service of non-Black people, we were once again their villains; the troubled “other” stepping outside of “our place” beneath their boots. 


Percy Lavon Julian (April 11, 1899, Montgomery, Al. – April 19, 1975, Waukegan, Illinois) was a U.S. research chemist and a pioneer in the chemical synthesis of medicinal drugs from plants. He was the first to synthesize the natural product physostigmine, and a pioneer in the industrial large-scale chemical synthesis of the human hormones,steroidsprogesterone, and testosterone, from plant sterols such as stigmasterol and sitosterol. His work would lay the foundation for the steroid drug industry’s production of cortisone, other corticosteroids, and birth control pills.

He later started his own company to synthesize steroid intermediates from the Mexican wild yam. His work helped greatly reduce the cost of steroid intermediates to large multinational pharmaceutical companies, helping to significantly expand the use of several important drugs.

During his lifetime he received more than 130 chemical patents. Julian was one of the first African-Americans to receive a doctorate in chemistry. He was the first African-American chemist inducted into the National Academy of Sciences, and the second African-American scientist inducted from any field.