whenever i observe someone getting a smooth ride or handout based solely on their ability to present polished aesthetics and self absorbed ideas/photos/music i thank the stars that knowledge & strength serve my life vision and poverty & oppression humble my creative process so immensely that i will never be in the same arena with them.

you are not “starving artists” you are starving minds. take your kyriarchal art somewhere else and stop co opting queer colored poor and female struggles

the next white person i see quoting wu tang/biggie/angela davis in their collegiate work gets tazered

where can i find bear and body appreciation tumblrs geared toward queer men of color?!

dear spanish speaking dudes on trimet,

I thought we were friends… we’re the same size, a similar build, the driver double checked all of our passes, and people scooted away from all us when we entered together. I normally wouldn’t care about any of this but I find it very puzzling that you asked me for directions in english, politely received them from me, and then proceeded to giggle/call me a “f’ing black f*ggot” in spanish thinking I wouldn’t care. The truth be told I have no idea why you looked surprised when I asked (in spanish) if you wanted to teabag me. I thought we were friends. Wtf.

Signed, your darker skinned afro latino joto amigo