Four hundred billion stars, one billion colonized star systems, one hundred quadrillion sentient beings, and Baze Malbus is still the only thing on this plane of reality (and the next) who can hold Chirrut Îmwe down.
He performs this miracle with little more than a few kisses on the neck - soft at first, then more firmly. By the time he gets around to biting down, Chirrut is fully lost and gasping, entire body strung tight and shaking.
On the surface, I am a Black American. Many of my values and ways of being are rooted in Black American culture. I grew up in the Compton-Long Beach area of Southern California and my parents worked hard to make ends meet in whatever ways were available to them. I ate homemade fried chicken almost every Friday, and we had Sunday dinner every week that consisted of either Southern/Soul food or Mexican food. I went to a Baptist Church and the Kingdom Hall thanks to my parent’s polarizing religious beliefs. I grew up Black. I was conditioned in the American way.
Expect one thing. My mother’s grandmother was Mexican, Native American, and Black. Her mother was Black and Native American, and her father was Mexican. She was born in Tampico, Mexico on January 28th, 1908 to Katie Fisher and Jesús “Jesse” Gonzalez. She was named after her father, Jackie “Jesse”. Jesse married a man who was just as racially ambiguous as she was. Looking at family pictures for the first time recently at my grandma’s house, it was hard to tell her apart from the Whites and Latinos also pictured next to her. My family hardly ever talked about our heritage and history, well until I started bringing it up in every conversation.
Knowing my ethnic and cultural background has been important to me since the first time someone questioned me about the racial ambiguity I didn’t even know I possessed. “What are you?” “I’m Black.” “Yeah, but what else? That’s not it.” At 12, I had no idea how to answer this question, let alone, what it really meant. It has been a struggle ever since. People have took it upon themselves time and time again to assign a racial and ethnic medley to my brown body, always more fascinated by the non-Black parts of me. Its easier to just say “I’m Black”, but the conversation never ends there.
Not knowing enough about my heritage has consequently placed me in positions of not always being able to defend myself. I am othered as a Black American and as a multicultural American. In the Black community I am not “really Black”. In the Latino community, I’m not authentically Mexican. In America at large, I’m exotic or “one of them”. And honestly, its hard to find an appropriate comeback when I don’t know shit about my heritage and family history, save a few facts my granny told me.
In a country that systemically ascribes to the “One Drop Rule”, I have been denied any true opportunity to be anything other than Black, to be able to claim all that makes me me. I guess I have the same fate as those who came before me. My grandmother’s light skin and white folks praise of it forced her in positions that didn’t allow her to be truly Black. Its 2015, my story is hers.
Through writings and reflections I aim to explore complex issues as such, hashing out what it means to be Black and Latin and born in America. This blog is for every girl who shares a similar struggle, and has a desire to build community, love, and support and these complex issues. THURL stands for Think, Hustle, Understand, Really Live (Love). This concept will be the backbone for Negrita T.H.U.R.L., and my tool of choice for building caring and supportive communities.
Socially Conscious I am.
Negrita. Beautiful Black girl. Azteca Negra. Afro Mexicana. Identities I am learning to claim and love. Looking back to what was lost in the devastation of colonialism and white supremacy. Creating a future I can be proud of.
Choquequirao is a 15th and 16th century settlement associated with the Incan Empire, or more correctly Tawantinsuyu. The site had two major growth stages. This could be explained if Pachacuti founded Choquequirao and his son, Tupaq Inka Yupanki, remodeled and extended it after becoming the Sapa Inka. Choquequirao is located in the area considered to be Pachacuti’s estate; which includes the areas around the rivers Amaybamba, Urabamba, Vilcabamba, Victos and Apurímac. Other sites in this area are Saywite, Machu Picchu, Chachapampa (Chachabamba), Chuqisuyuy(Choquesuysuy) and Wamanmarka (Guamanmarca); all of which share similar architectural styles with Choquequirao. The architectural style of several important features appears to be of Chachapoya design, suggesting that Chachapoya workers were probably involved in the construction. This suggests that Tupaq Inka probably ordered the construction. Colonial documents also suggest that Tupaq Inka ruled Choquequirao since his great grandson, Tupa Sayri, claimed ownership of the site and neighboring lands during Spanish colonization.
It was one of the last bastions of resistance and refuge of the Son of the Sun (the “Inca”), Manco Inca Yupanqui, who fled Cusco after his siege of the city failed in 1535.
According to the Peruvian Tourism Office, “Choquequirao was probably one of the entrance check points to the Vilcabamba, and also an administrative hub serving political, social and economic functions. Its urban design has followed the symbolic patterns of the imperial capital, with ritual places dedicated to Inti (the Incan sun god) and the ancestors, to the earth, water and other divinities, with mansions for administrators and houses for artisans, warehouses, large dormitories or kallankas and farming terraces belonging to the Inca or the local people. Spreading over 700 meters, the ceremonial area drops as much as 65 meters from the elevated areas to the main square." The city also played an important role as a link between theAmazon Jungle and the city of Cusco.
Signs the private Mars One colonization mission is a scam:
It said it received 200,000 applications, actually received 2,761.
Applications used a “point” ranking system and the only way to gain more points after the initial review process was to buy merchandise, donate money or convince their friends and family to contribute.
Mars One asked all contestants to donate 75% of any speaking fees to the mission.
The top 10 candidates for the mission were those who had contributed the most funds to Mars One.
why do british people conveniently forget that they’re the ones who colonized america…. they literally led the genocide of native americans…. they literally introduced slavery into the american colonies……. like don’t try and act all high and mighty lmao your country’s history is no better than ours
Been thinking about a Giant Robot story idea recently. So far the basic idea is that in the future when the solar system is being colonized, this one well dressed gang gets control of a moon and protects their territory with giant mechs from other invading gangs and militaries that want the moon for themselves. They also have to go pirate supplies when stuff starts to run low (even most of their mechs are stolen goods.)
And if you’re wondering what the tone of the story would be, here’s what I picture the opening theme to be if this was a cartoon. Click!
Pink Diamond was probably really young when she was shattered
So like, I saw a difference between PD’s mural when compared to the others that you see in the moon base.
White Diamond, Yellow Diamond, and Blue Diamond all have multiple planets that they each colonized, if this is what’s depicted by the murals.
Pink Diamond only has one, though.
You would think that if she’s lived as long as the other diamonds, which could be thousands, hundreds of thousands, maybe even millions of years, she would surely have more than one planet colonized. But in the mural on the moon base, she only has one, which is most likely the earth that’s being depicted, since that planet only has one moon.
This could possibly indicate that she was far younger than the other diamonds, maybe created not long before the rebellion began.