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I got bored.

Call me ‘Betty Belly’, would ya?

Typical racist rhetoric:

The “oh, but you’re not like the rest of them” line.

I see the acronym POC online and my soul wells up, brims over with this sense of pride and unity and then I get off the computer and go to school or into the city and I’m slapped in the face with the reality of how many non-black people of color are anti-black.

Did some thinking and…

like, I love cats and all… and i love people who love cats and all but i mean damn.

tumblr is a safer space for cats than it is people of color.

a photo of an itty bitty kitten has about a 1% chance of negative feedback on this site, or seeing its (nonexistent) culture appropriated or some other species-related discriminatory bullshit perpetuated. And so that’s why sometimes I’m like… “aaw, kitty!” and other times I don’t like or reblog a cat post because I remember “fucking cat, gets treated like a human more than I do.”

that’s just the internet I guess, where a cat has more privilege than i do. CAT PRIVILEGE, TUMBLR, THIS IS YOUR DOING.

this is a serious post.

Racist tip #12

POC make legitimate argument about a form of oppression? DO NOT AGREE. DO NOT VALIDATE CLAIM.

Find way to apply to self immediately.

Tinychat for fancy and friendly folks.

Sometimes my webcam quality is shite. Sometimes my webcam makes me feel like a Caravaggio painting.

Dear white men:

I hate you but I love you.

I don’t hate you upon the basis of your race or your skin color, no, the conclusion you probably skipped to. That’s why my body loves you. I can’t deny that and I will never try to.

I hate you because the majority of you perpetuate some real fucked up intrinsic racism and sexism. You dehumanize me on the regular, shitting on my blackness, pissing on my womanhood.

And yet I can’t fucking stop wanting you like nothing else. My men of color understand the adversity I face in my life as a person of such. My ladies understand the rampant sexism that permeates nearly every avenue of my life.

And yet, you likely understand neither, but I’m ready to fuck you and you’re ready to fuck me over. This deadly attraction could very well be the most prominent some days, and the most problematic all days.

I don’t know what to do, white men. What is it about you? I fucking hate you, but I fucking love you.

Sincerely,
A black girl