anonymous asked:

Sending love y'all because you always seem to get the weirdest fucking questions from people trying to validate their mixedness or argue that white passing people don't have privilege. Hope y'all have a good day

Lmao you right and thank you

– Jay


earlier today i felt too light skinned to contribute to #blackoutday. i looked at all this beautifully melanated skin and became 11 year old larry, not knowing anything about identity and wanting to be, but not feeling, “black enough” because of my hair texture & skin tone & mom. (tragic mulatto much? sigh.) thankfully i didn’t stay in that pit too long, it’s a really shitty and silly place to be.

i’m so glad i have friends with sense enough to remind me that blackness is diverse. yes! that blackness comes in all shades & textures & kinds and that black identity not just about complexion. (shout out to blackboyrising & aviaryblack!) today i loved being able to see all these different facets of blackness unashamedly on display and i absolutely adore the way my blog looks filled up with these beautiful faces. there’s something so celebratory about this whole occasion and i really hope this celebration keeps going. :) 

On a side note: White American are liars...

If you a White American whose family been here since slavery. I am totally side-eyeing you if you think you got no Black people on that family tree.

How all these Black Americans get so mixed without ya’ll help. You fuckers just hide those children!!!!!!!!!


You are not some pure White family who maybe has some Native American ( when you do not want to be White)

Get out of here. liars.

my mom never wore a weave | ANTI-BLACK SENTIMENT

“the boy is mine” video with monica and brandy came out when i was in elementary school and i would argue that brandy was better than monica because her hair was real. yes, i decided that brandy was my fav because her long braids grew from her scalp and monica was 2nd best because her silky tresses were some kind of weave.

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my mom never wore a weave so i thought weaves were gross. my mom’s hair was long and real and black ladies were jealous so they gave her nasty looks whenever she wore her hair down in public with my dad. to get back at them, i made fun of their weaves. i don’t remember exactly when i developed an aversion to weaves, but one time a girl’s braid fell out in class and i spent the rest of 2nd grade laughing at her about it. (and after months of denial i was devastated when i discovered that brandy’s braids were actually extensions.)

my black friends cherished and praised and exalted good hair and so did i. so much so that in middle school, i decided that my own mixed hair wasn’t mixed enough and i needed an s-curl. i got one. all it did was straighten my hair and i never ended up looking like those men on the boxes with the great skin and perfect fades and sexy gazes but that didn’t keep me from trying again. and again. and again.


i didn’t feel black enough. i was too young to understand that the blood in my veins couldn’t be revoked no matter what music i listened to or what clothes i wore, so i performed. i chose black music and black clothes and black entertainment television and these things made me blacker. and somewhere in this quest for authentic blackness i developed an undue adoration of the things my black friends unduly adored me for. the same things that made me not black enough became my black card: light skin, good hair, and mixed-with. i had my girbaud jeans and my timbs and my fade and i was mixed-with so you couldn’t tell me nothing. 

i don’t remember exactly when anti-black sentiment became a part of my blackness, but it did.

and it still never protected me from being called nigger. 

Can Biracial Activists Speak To Black Issues? - The Establishment
Jesse Williams’ BET speech highlights the important role of mixed race activists.
By Shannon Luders-Manuel

“…his words were largely well-received in both black and white spheres. But, like anyone of mixed parentage who publicly rails against racial injustice, some questioned his right to speak at all.

Some also questioned his labels, arguing amongst themselves whether he has—or should—claim blackness over mixedness or mixedness over blackness. This incessant argument takes power away from the black lives movement and fails to consider a third option—that blackness and biraciality can exist simultaneously…