Robert ParkeHarrison (American, b. 1968) and Shana ParkeHarrison (American, b. 1964) (Info with each photo)

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so yesterday at work this guy bought a toy lightsaber for his son (who wasn’t there) and they come in either red or blue so I brought out both for him to choose and I was like ‘so is your son more light side or dark side heh?’

and he was like ‘um I’ll take the blue, blue for a boy right’

I just

I needed a moment because I couldn’t possibly begin to explain to him all the things wrong with that sentence

more people than I anticipated apparently cared about this


ps people actually say things like this
(this comic iis n the latest Galago Magazine, buy it if it’s available where you live!)


ps people actually say things like this

(this comic iis n the latest Galago Magazine, buy it if it’s available where you live!)

(via a-little-bi-furious)

  • me: are there any spirits listening
  • ouija: yes are you alone
  • me: yes
  • ouija: haha nice whats up :P
  • me: trying to contact my dead grandmother
  • ouija: cool cool so what would u be doing if i was alive right now lol


In response to anyone who thinks they have an fierce inner black woman in them and is not in fact, a black woman

See the thing about that fire and that “fierceness” is that it’s born out of our oppression, out of always being told that we are ugly, that our bodies are too fat or too muscular, that we don’t have the right kind of hair — and having to deconstruct all those things and tell ourselves that we are beautiful even though society is telling us that we are not.  

That strength is born out of always having to defend ourselves against white supremacy and anti-black-woman-patriachy. From years of not seeing ourselves represented in anything aligned with beauty, of buying products that are made to make us look like not ourselves.

So there is no way you could have an inner black woman in you. You have not experienced our struggle, you don’t know it, you haven’t lived it, and you can’t imagine it. 

See, you can’t sit with us, because we haven’t been able to sit at your table since our existence in this country. And while we were being excluded from your table we made our own, and it is fabulous and fly. And of course you now want to try and have a seat at our table, take our table, use it and ignore all the labor that went into creating THAT table.

But nah, sorry boo boo.

You ain’t never going to be us, you can try to wear your hair like us, you can try to dance like us, talk like us, wish you were us, but know this —


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waiting at the laundromat

(via dykevibes)


"They blew up congress!"


"They blew up congress!"

Cultivating my very own ~*♥ infinite love ♥ *~ queer sex cult that worships brains over 'bits'.