September12014

hobbitofthemotherfuckinshire:

hobbitofthemotherfuckinshire:

*looks up how many calories blinking burns*

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We are called angry Black women because we are not afraid of bare arms. We pay close attention to our arms, holding our children tight inside of them. We are called angry Black women because we use our arms to wave to each other, because we boldly swing our arms when we walk, because we know arms reach out, give regard, sometimes we even hire haute couture designers who have done their homework, who know we are no armless hipless mannequins.

I have decided that when I hear another fine Black woman fallaciously referred to as an angry Black woman during Black History Month this year, that I will stop whatever I am in the middle of and meditate on my personal list of other Black women who had great regard for their bare arms: Harriet Tubman, Sojourner Truth, Ida B. Wells Barnett, Barbara Jordan, Modjeska Monteith Simkins, Lorraine Hansberry, Beulah Butler Davenport (grandmother), Frances Davenport Finney (mother), as well as the fierce line of great aunts: Otelia, Nanny, Mary, Bertha. Here on these sacred black winged things, I will zoom and linger for the duration. Black amber, caramel, elegant, muscular, long, pillow-like, black bare arms akimboed at the hip or side. American history has not acknowledged the black arms of Black women. But Black History knows the arms of Black women very well.

Black arms on Black women are valuable apparatuses: for escaping, pointing to North Star freedom; recruiting Black troops for the Union Army; penciling notions of women’s suffrage; documenting, detailing the horrors of lynching (circa 1892), and thereby inventing investigative journalism in America; pecking out, scene by scene, manual typewriter blazing the timeless A Raisin In The Sun. Brave black arms assist in the raising of a historical hand. Remember that day in the House of Representatives, 1972, ‘the Inquisitor’ she called herself at the impeachment hearings for President Richard Nixon. Bare black arms show up like early travel signage of American history: STOP— GO - TURN HERE. To make a young country stronger, better, more just.

Black arms on Black women defended themselves from raging policemen and sex-crazed guardians of the old guard. Wiser Black arms taught us to high fly our younger Black arms like proud banners of the Black country we dreamed our lives forward from. The Black arms of the Black women of so many families drove buses and carried weighty purses that doubled as hammerheads. Barriers might need dismantling between breakfast and supper.

I come from Black women who knew America could not be America without the presence of their arms, women who never hid their arms, who carried their arms brazenly, and sometimes because it was the only work we could get, lost an arm while working at the chicken or flashlight factory. Women who liked their arms, needed their arms, and shot out their arms to shield someone they loved. As a girl I saw Black women regularly pushing up their long sleeves or boldly sporting a sleeveless Sunday Easter dress because Black arms had to breathe, stay free, be quick to open and ready to fly. Free arms can swim upstream, climb a hill, break a fall, propel a dance, arm-wrestle southern white folk’s daily foolishness. Babies had to be held, hugging had to happen, and signs had to be hoisted: ‘A Man Was Lynched Yesterday.’

My mother, the most beautiful woman in the world, strode into Edwards Five and Dime, Sumter, South Carolina, to get a bag of wooden clothes pins, or was it a four-pack of undershirts for Daddy? Mama, dressed in a baby blue and white polka-dot cotton sleeveless dress, cinched at the waist, arms freshly vaselined and her whole Black female body shining like a bronze action figure. She stood there like Dorothy Dandridge or Lena Horne, off screen, and yet no one in charge looked our way. No one said, “May I help you?” And there she would wait, impatiently tapping her foot, until another customer walked in, one quickly seen and quickly helped. That was the moment when Mama raised her beautiful Black arm — high — the bare braids of deltoid, bicep, and anconeus now radiant in the air.

It’s Black History Month and this year I’m celebrating the bare arms of Black women. When we don’t hide our strong arms, when we use them to visualize our jubilant love for our Blackness, when we teach our children how to dig down into the earth and plant organic spinach in the back garden, when we wear our arms free, display them proudly, use them to wave from our gallery seat, when we cross them privately, comfortably, self-assuredly, there across the rest of our beautiful Black body, while standing at our private windows, while gazing out of our White House or our green or blue or yellow house — something sadly American still happens, someone calls us what is easy and false and familiar only to them, angry Black woman, a phrase that bears no resemblance to what or who we are.

At the gym this year I have decided to keep the Black History celebration going by working more on my arms. I will also remember to give a good stretch to my arms before scribbling out any new poems and I promise you I will be my mother’s daughter — until the end of time, passionately partial to tank tops, spaghetti straps, the very shortest of sleeves.

The Bare Arms of Angry Black Women, Nikky Finney (via mangoestho)

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August312014
iamlaurenjauregui:

my girl skai is back at it

iamlaurenjauregui:

my girl skai is back at it

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funandflirtynog:

SNAKES DONT HAVE ARMS? THEY CANT GO BOWLING

fuck. there goes my snake bowling team, fuck this

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kkristoff:

callingoutbadfeminism:

vegetableighs:

darebearlee:

josiephone:

josiephone:

Okay guys, I’m going to get serious for a minute. If you’re not in Ireland at the moment, you may not know about the situation regarding the laws on abortion. It is completely illegal, even in cases of rape, incest, fatal foetal abnormality, and other such things. Women have died in this country because inability to have an abortion put strain on their health. A woman who wasn’t even Irish begged for an abortion because her child was about to die in the womb. The complications arising from her case resulted in her contracting septicaemia, organ failure, and tragically dying. In 1992, the X Case took place, involving a 14-year-old girl, knowns only as x, who became pregnant after being raped. Instead of offering help to the girl, who because suicidal, they prevented her from travelling out of the country for an abortion.Any Irish woman* who needs an abortion has to travel to the UK, which means if you don’t have the money, you’re out of luck. What does the Irish Government have to say about this?Well, recently the UN confronted the Government about our abortion laws, pointing out that we were breaking Human Rights laws, and that the Government treated Irish women* like vessels.Joan Burton, the Tánaiste, said that there will be no referendum on abortion in this Government’s lifetime. They’re literally saying that they don’t care enough to rectify Human Rights breaches.I am NOT a vessel, and neither are you. Make your voice heard. Come to the March for Choice on the 27th of September in Dublin. Never give up, never stay quiet.

This has only been up since last night and LADS, the NOTES. Keep spreading the word!

I am Canadian, and I’m sorry to say until I read this I didn’t know anything about what you women were going through.This is completely disgusting, I can’t even believe what you’re going through.And I wish I could come out there and march with you.But I don’t have the money so I can’t.But I’m going to keep reblogging this, and sharing it. And I hope all my followers will too.This is important people, no matter what gender you are or what country you’re in, everyone deserves their basic human rights, and we need to stand together until this becomes a reality.So please spread the word for these women.

Be lucky you’re in Ireland though, the situation is 10X worse the the “progressive” United States. Just look at places like Texas or Ohio. It’s fucking inhumane here.

Okay Leigh, I don’t think you understand what the words “outright ban” mean.
Ireland has an outright ban on abortion.  That means that under ZERO circumstances can a person who is pregnant obtain an abortion for ANY reason.
The state of Texas does NOT have an outright ban on abortion.  Yes, you have to jump through legal hoops and consent to various invasive procedures, and it is very expensive to do so, but it is technically possible.
- Number 1

did u srsly just pull a “imma let u finish but the usa has it SO much worse” shut the hell up

kkristoff:

callingoutbadfeminism:

vegetableighs:

darebearlee:

josiephone:

josiephone:

Okay guys, I’m going to get serious for a minute. 
If you’re not in Ireland at the moment, you may not know about the situation regarding the laws on abortion. It is completely illegal, even in cases of rape, incest, fatal foetal abnormality, and other such things. 

Women have died in this country because inability to have an abortion put strain on their health. A woman who wasn’t even Irish begged for an abortion because her child was about to die in the womb. The complications arising from her case resulted in her contracting septicaemia, organ failure, and tragically dying. 
In 1992, the X Case took place, involving a 14-year-old girl, knowns only as x, who became pregnant after being raped. Instead of offering help to the girl, who because suicidal, they prevented her from travelling out of the country for an abortion.

Any Irish woman* who needs an abortion has to travel to the UK, which means if you don’t have the money, you’re out of luck. What does the Irish Government have to say about this?

Well, recently the UN confronted the Government about our abortion laws, pointing out that we were breaking Human Rights laws, and that the Government treated Irish women* like vessels.

Joan Burton, the Tánaiste, said that there will be no referendum on abortion in this Government’s lifetime. They’re literally saying that they don’t care enough to rectify Human Rights breaches.

I am NOT a vessel, and neither are you. Make your voice heard. Come to the March for Choice on the 27th of September in Dublin. 

Never give up, never stay quiet.

This has only been up since last night and LADS, the NOTES. Keep spreading the word!

I am Canadian, and I’m sorry to say until I read this I didn’t know anything about what you women were going through.
This is completely disgusting, I can’t even believe what you’re going through.
And I wish I could come out there and march with you.
But I don’t have the money so I can’t.
But I’m going to keep reblogging this, and sharing it.
And I hope all my followers will too.
This is important people, no matter what gender you are or what country you’re in, everyone deserves their basic human rights, and we need to stand together until this becomes a reality.
So please spread the word for these women.

Be lucky you’re in Ireland though, the situation is 10X worse the the “progressive” United States. Just look at places like Texas or Ohio. It’s fucking inhumane here.

Okay Leigh, I don’t think you understand what the words “outright ban” mean.

Ireland has an outright ban on abortion.  That means that under ZERO circumstances can a person who is pregnant obtain an abortion for ANY reason.

The state of Texas does NOT have an outright ban on abortion.  Yes, you have to jump through legal hoops and consent to various invasive procedures, and it is very expensive to do so, but it is technically possible.

- Number 1

did u srsly just pull a “imma let u finish but the usa has it SO much worse” shut the hell up

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hoplite-operator:

whiskeydrinking-operating:

winterduck:

shar-fireshar:

whiskeydrinking-operating:

This is Chester. When I was in Afghanistan I got a care package from one of those “Adopt a Soldier” programs that lets families send care packages to service men and women who are deployed overseas. Anyway, I got this care package, and it came with the usual stuff: Baby wipes, crackers, peanut butter, the Dad threw in a pack of cigarettes, and there was some jerky. But there was also a little beanie baby gold fish and a hand written note from a 7 year old girl that said  “Dear Soldier, (I wasn’t even mad) I hope you are doing well. I’m sorry you have to miss thanksgiving with your family. This is my friend Chester. He keeps me safe from monsters, but I think you need him more than I do. I hope he keeps you safe from the monsters you’re fighting. Take good care of him for me”.
You bet your ass that little fish was in my pocket every time I went on patrol.

😍

I’d find that kid and return his friend to him with the good news.

I wanted to but the it box it came in (with the return address) accidentally got taken out to the burn pit before I could write it down. My only hope is for this post to go insanely viral and her hear about it and that he did his job, which was helping me do mine.

reblogging again

hoplite-operator:

whiskeydrinking-operating:

winterduck:

shar-fireshar:

whiskeydrinking-operating:

This is Chester. When I was in Afghanistan I got a care package from one of those “Adopt a Soldier” programs that lets families send care packages to service men and women who are deployed overseas. Anyway, I got this care package, and it came with the usual stuff: Baby wipes, crackers, peanut butter, the Dad threw in a pack of cigarettes, and there was some jerky. But there was also a little beanie baby gold fish and a hand written note from a 7 year old girl that said
“Dear Soldier, (I wasn’t even mad)
I hope you are doing well. I’m sorry you have to miss thanksgiving with your family. This is my friend Chester. He keeps me safe from monsters, but I think you need him more than I do. I hope he keeps you safe from the monsters you’re fighting. Take good care of him for me”.

You bet your ass that little fish was in my pocket every time I went on patrol.

😍

I’d find that kid and return his friend to him with the good news.

I wanted to but the it box it came in (with the return address) accidentally got taken out to the burn pit before I could write it down. My only hope is for this post to go insanely viral and her hear about it and that he did his job, which was helping me do mine.

reblogging again

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myheartisuncaged:

gentledom:

A wonderful analogy.

I related to this so hard

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fangirladdie:

After I saw him in The Cripple of Inishmaan, I anxiously waited to meet Daniel Radcliffe at the stage door so I could get this card signed. Because I was toward the back of the crowd, I didn’t think Daniel would even notice the card, but I was very wrong. As soon as he caught sight of the card, Daniel started laughing. He then took the card and explained how he had wanted to sign one of the cards ever since he had found out about it and signed it with my Sharpie. Then he THANKED me for bringing it and took my phone and took a selfie with me. Needless to say, I was very happy.

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foodchewer:

blogging at 50 mph (memes per hour)

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