8:18 Aug 2nd, 2014 | 7,693 notes
Can somebody write about the paradox between black feminists who love ‘Hot Nigga’ but are simultaneously reminded of/haunted by ‘Rapp Snitch Knishes’?
7:53 Aug 2nd, 2014 | 15,954 notes
Nicki Minaj - Anaconda
I need this second-half, asap!
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6:01 Aug 2nd, 2014 | 472 notes
In the epigraph to Drown, Junot Diaz uses a quote from a Cuban poet, Gustavo Pérez Firmat—“The fact that I am writing to you in English already falsifies what I wanted to tell you.” This is the dilemma of the immigrant writer. If I’d lived in Haiti my whole life, I’d be writing these things in Creole. But these stories I am writing now are coming through me as a person who, though I travel to Haiti often, has lived in the U.S. for more than three decades now.
Often when you’re an immigrant writing in English, people think it’s primarily a commercial choice. But for many of us, it’s a choice that rises out of the circumstances of our lives. These are the tools I have at my disposal, based on my experiences. It’s a constant debate, not just in my community but in other communities as well. Where do you belong? You’re kind of one of us, but you now write in a different language. You’re told you don’t belong to American literature or you’re told you don’t belong to Haitian literature. Maybe there’s a place on the hyphen, as Julia Alvarez so brilliantly wrote in one of her essays. That middle generation, the people whose parents brought them to other countries as small children, or even people who were born to immigrant parents, maybe they can have their own literature too.
1:52 Aug 2nd, 2014 | 214 notes
Can’t Believe | Faith Evans (ft. Carl Thomas)
8:51 Aug 1st, 2014 | 273 notes
Click through to access the site! WIll be handing this out as a flyer at Pride on Saturday. Please reblog.
8:08 Aug 1st, 2014 | 28 notes
Kareem, who finished his university film degree last year, met fellow Lonely Londoner Rianna, a writer and feminist activist, and Pelin, a foodie who studied international development, the way lots of artists do today: on Tumblr. All in their early twenties and the children of first- or second-generation immigrants, the three finally met in person at a meditation class after following each other’s accounts for years. Since, the collective––which actually prefers the label “art house” in tribute to ballroom culture’s houses––has organized film screenings, group shows, and performance pieces on topics like the racial experience of albino families in Puerto Rico and rising unemployment among UK youth. Queenies, Fades, and Blunts was their first project in NYC, and next month, they’ll be turning it into a zine.
In an age when it seems like every 20-something artist is part of A COLLECTIVE, it’s refreshing to find one based not only on aesthetic similarities but shared political goals. “Our work is based on real aspects of culture and trying to make things as unpretentious as possible,” said Kareem. “We all need to get our hair cut. We all need to get our nails done. Everybody wants to look pretty––everybody can relate to that.”
8:54 Jul 30th, 2014 | 3,556 notes
Naomi by Steven Meisel for Italian Vogue, November 2001
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6:22 Jul 29th, 2014 | 6,013 notes
*for literally hundreds of years and still to this day* black ppl are ugly!!!
*looks in the mirror* bye we look good af? like damn near better than yal...???
everyone is beautiful, u don't have to put ppl down...
1:25 Jul 29th, 2014 | 34 notes
-triple blast Jamaican air-horn-