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This is what it feels like to be black in America. It sounds like the symphony of locking car doors as I traipse through a grocery store parking lot, armed with kale chips and turkey bacon. It looks like smiling when I don’t feel like it. It’s the instinct to enunciate differently, to use acceptable methods of signaling that I am safe to engage, or at least to disregard. “We wear the mask that grins and lies,” wrote the poet Paul Laurence Dunbar. I feel that mask covering my soul, never allowing me to just freely exist.

I could argue that any negative reaction to my skin is a problem for others to grapple with and of no concern to me. I’ve tried that approach before; one memorable attempt ended with me being pulled out of my car by two police officers and handcuffed for the felonious infractions of having a blown headlight and insufficient self-abasement. It is an unspoken rule that blackness’ first and most important task is to make everyone feel safe from it. We ignore this mandate at our own peril, realizing that a simple misunderstanding is a life or death proposition.

Jonathan Ferrell ran towards police seeking help after a car accident and was given a hail of bullets for his troubles. Renisha McBride went in search of a Good Samaritan after her accident and a shotgun blast answered her knock. Teenager Trayvon Martin walked home with candy and tea and was greeted by the nervous trigger finger wrapped in an adult’s gun. Jordan Davis sat in a car outside a convenience store listening to music and a man who objected to the volume cut his life short with the boom of a firearm. The principal crime all of them committed, like countless others over the centuries, was being black and not sufficiently prostrating themselves to ensure the comfort of others.



I mean, I’m not saying that we can enforce this as law or anything. I also might be wrong about this. But:

Just as a general rule, I feel like we should not look at pictures of the breasts or genitalia of people who would rather we not look at…




i think it’s so cute when straight people think they’ve never met a queer person. that’s adorable. you’re adorable.

I think it’s cute when people blame straight people for being born.

you’re right!! that’s exactly what i said in my post!!! reading comprehension a+ i’m so proud

Have you ever had the realisation that dinosaurs doing acrobatics in public places must be performing Jurassic Parkour?




This pic set is killing me



So apparently iCloud was hacked and pretty much every female celebrity’s nudes were leaked. I’d like to remind my followers not to post them, because they’re supposed to be private, and just because some asshole leaked them doesn’t mean you should make it…


Automatic unfollow to anyone posting or reblogging any of the stolen icloud images.

jesus of fucking christland, does this really need to be said?


This kid throws huge parties and has date raped over 3 of my friends. Of course his families super rich so nobody says anything. He posts super misogynistic and ignorant tweets and I finally said something… This is what I get in return.

Hey there! I've recently been in some pretty sexist corners of the internet, and an argument I've seen used is that feminists aren't for equality, they're for "oppressing men" or else they would be called equalists. Obviously, this is complete bullshit. My question to you is if you like the word feminism, or if you think something like "Women's Rights Activism" would be better.


Feminism. Feminism is better.

The only reason that men think that feminism = oppressing men is because of projection. Patriarchy = oppressing women, so they’re scared that we’ll do to them what they did to us. But that just shows an ignorance to what feminism means.

Feminism means addressing the inequalities that women face. It does not mean adding inequalites to men. That’s why it’s not equalism.

And Women’s Rights Activists sounds too close to Misogynists’ Rights Activists and those guys are 100% douche so we should stay as far away from them as we can.

Godzilla: Son, I-Shitty Kid: I’ll never call you Dadzilla! I hate you!

Godzilla: Son, I-

Shitty Kid: I’ll never call you Dadzilla! I hate you!