- Michelle K., Home. (via audrotas)
When it is but it aint
Some of us love badly. Sometimes the love is the type of love that implodes. Folds in on itself. Eats its insides. Turns wine to poison. Behaves poorly in restaurants. Drinks. Kisses other people. Comes back to your bed at 4am smelling like everything outside. Asks about your ex. Is jealous of your ex. Thinks everyone a rival. Some of us love others badly, love ourselves worse. Some of us love horrid, love beastly. Love sick love anti light. Sometimes the love can’t go home at night, can’t sleep with itself cannot contain itself, catches fire, destroys the belly, strips buildings, goes missing. Punches. Smashes heirlooms. Tells lies. The best lies. Fucks around. Writes poems, impresses people. Chases lovers into corners. Leaves them longing. Sea sick. Says yes. Means anything but. Tricks the body. Kills the body. Dances wild and walks away, smiling.
- (via thiswillnotlast)
- Unknown (via bl-ossomed)
- Afrikan proverb (via mikelovehall)
Anonymous asked: I feel so useless sitting here. What can I do to help Ferguson??
national moment of silence 2014 (for victims of police brutality)
share the following:
Ferguson Police Department
Email (taken off the site)
222 S. Florissant Road
Ferguson, MO 63135
Jackson, Thomas Police Chief - firstname.lastname@example.org (314) 524-5269
Henke, Rick Captain - email@example.com (314) 524-5272
McBride, Dennis Captain - firstname.lastname@example.org (314) 522-3100
DeCarli, Dan Captain - email@example.com (314) 522-3811
Nabzdyk, Ray Lieutenant - firstname.lastname@example.org (314) 524-5277
Zoll, Timothy Business Liaison Officer/ Neighborhood Watch - email@example.com (314) 522-3100 (x.5533 or 5108)
There’s an incredible sense of both empowerment and vulnerability present in these black-and-white photographs, taken by Rotimi Fani-Kayode, that explores the complexities of sexuality and hypersexuality, eroticism, intimacy, agency - or lack of, tradition and race - all highly critical aspects that form part of the experiences of many black gay men.
With a short-lived career that spanned between 1982 and his death at the age of 34 in 1989, the Nigerian-born artist centered most of his work on the many factors in his life that spoke to the tensions in his life that resulted from his constant sense of otherness. Born in Lagos, Nigeria in 1955, Fani-Kayode was part of a prominent Yoruba family who eventually moved to Brighton, England in 1966 to escape a military coup in the country and the ensuing Biafra war. From the age of 12, Fani-Kayode would continually struggle with frictions caused by his layered and intersectional identities of being a black, African, gay man, something he would eventually convey and express through his art work.
“On three accounts I am an outsider: in matters of sexuality; in terms of geographical and cultural dislocation; and in the sense of not having become the sort of respectably married professional my parents might have hoped for.”
"My identity has been constructed from my own sense of otherness, whether cultural, racial or sexual. The three aspects are not separate within me. Photography is the tool by which I feel most confident in expressing myself. It is photography therefore — Black, African, homosexual photography — which I must use not just as an instrument, but as a weapon if I am to resist attacks on my integrity and, indeed, my existence on my own terms.”