absolutely exquisite photographs of james baldwin in turkey taken from yes magazine’s spread. inspiring, indeed. what spirited and brilliant soul wants to be my travel buddy and muse? let’s live.
” While you not possibly escaping what I’m meditating
my shackle of thought tackle you while I’m educating
your dome’s resonating from inhalation of darkness
while I spark the smart shit from what you waiting
since you waiting me at the top of the pile
wild delaware file,pennsylvanian,sub-terranean style
step up into my crevice and taste the medicine of the champagne “
- Black Thought (The Roots)
This picture makes me happy #childhood
W.E.B. Dubois, who with his 1920 short story “The Comet” may be the father of Afrofuturism. In “The Comet,” a valued black bank messenger emerges from a vault deep beneath the city to discover that he and the beautiful daughter of a white millionaire are the only people alive after poisonous gasses from a comet’s tail have killed the entire population of Manhattan, Harlem included. Written in, what was for DuBois, middlebrow prose, the story’s ending brings these two handsome people almost together as man and woman: “Silent, immovably, they saw each other face to face, eye to eye. Their souls lay naked to the night.” The story toys tantalizingly with sex across the color line, the great American fictional taboo. Suddenly, rapture is pierced by the honk of a car horn as the millionaire father and fiancee arrive from the uncontaminated suburbs. “I’ve always liked you people. If you ever want a job, call on me,” says the father as he hurries his daughter away from desecration and the city.
Visualizing masculinities by John Jennings
“Masculinity, like other social constructs, is extremely limiting. It is difficult to find a flexible space to express personal identity. Although masculinity and its overtly dominant representation through patriarchy is thought of as inherently “powerful,” there is a weakness; the inability to truly be oneself without restriction.
This piece was created to illustrate this tension. The figure is obviously male; his phallic body ripples with physical power. However, the burden of performing a fixed idea of masculinity also imprisons him within his own body; his own expression. So, the desire to be seen as powerful and as male totally imprisons the male within a very set and very policed space, which constricts freedom.”
Let’s just take a moment to appreciate the fact that Pooh has just shoved the equivalent of his own internal organs back into his body like it was no big deal.
No bothers were given that day.
No bothers given.
Pooh is totally METAL.
Reblogging for priceless commentary, and because I think “Look at all the bothers I give” is going to make it into my everyday language.
HAHAHA NO BOTHERS
LMAO. i love Pooh, gives no bothers at all
After Rachel saw the movie for the first time I said, ‘What did you think?,’” recalled “42” writer-director Helgeland. “And she said, ‘I loved how much we kissed.’ And then she got emotional. It was the only thing she ever said to me about the finished film.
And it hit me: Her take-away from the whole thing was that she got to see her husband one more time.
Hard Twerkers: Unveiling Global Wealth Gaps
The Government Does Not Give Two Thirds of a Fuck and They Don’t Want You Too Either: A Step By Step Guide on Fucking the System Sideways
Ain’t Nobody Got Time For That: A Time Management How-To for the Ultimate Procrastinator, Forward by Sweet Brown
This woman… How I love thee
Natural Hairstyle Illustrations
I’ve never worn them out before, but I’m sportin’ my bantu knots today… :)
coolest thing ever