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readnfight:

I have been teaching myself basic typography. It is so exciting, srsly. I redesigned the Copwatch New Haven know your rights posters that I made a long time ago, because now that I know better I know they were fugly.

Full text of the posters is at the old link, although I changed it slightly since then. As before, feel free to use the posters in any way you need to. It’s mostly split from a (even fuglier) Crimethinc poster and edited from there. Contact me if you need better resolution pdfs.

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queenbriahna:

☕️

Truth

queenbriahna:

☕️

Truth

(via collegegentleman)

Sex is not a performance.

“Sex is not a goddamn performance.

Sex should feel as natural as drinking water.

It should not require confidence.

Sex should happen, because the moment is ripe.

Ripening lips, ripening labia, ripening cock, ripening pupils, ripening state of being. Ripe and augmented and brimming. Your energy goes to your pumping heart, then to every external nerve, then to theirs, on fire.

You bask, roll, play in it. You sigh, moan, laugh.

It’s not about being “good in bed.”

It’s about being happy.

One should never worry if they’re doing it “correctly.” Sex is not factual. I don’t want your cookie-cutter sex, I don’t want your meticulously crafted, calculated, fool-proof fuck. I don’t want a show. I want you. Let your instincts, urges and whims define that. It’s enough.

What do most girls like? Forget about it. Statistics are meaningless when there’s only one. Hello, here’s me. Here’s you.

Don’t worry about taking it too slow. We got time. We got infinite rhythms, combinations, possibilities. Explore each fuck. Take our time. We can do a different one later.

Don’t worry about making me come. I’m here. Right where I want to be.

I am overwhelmed by wanting; you don’t have to convince me. I want you because I like you. So don’t put on a front. Don’t taint this.

I’m frustrated—it’s just authenticity I want.

It’s originality.

It’s passion.

It’s joy.

Don’t say that something I like is ugly. Don’t compare yourself to the rest. You will live and die with and within your experiences like everyone else. If someone thinks you are amazing, they are not wrong. Their universe is as real as any other; it is forged through perception.

I don’t care if you accidentally slammed my head into the wall, if you slipped out, if my arm cracked, if the delightful pressure of your wet lips on my anything made a silly sound. There is no right way and no wrong way.

“Good in bed,” what.

You’re good in my bed. I’m pleased you’re there. I feel it suits you.

Shove your technique. Let your memory swallow it. Fuck me like you’d fuck me, fuck me like you feel.

This isn’t a test.”

zuhriamira:

When sex becomes a production or performance that is when it loses its value. Be mutual. Be loud. Be clumsy. Make noises, be quiet, and make a mess. Bite, scratch, push, pull, hold, thrust. Remove pressure from the moment. Love the moment. Embrace it. Enjoy your body; enjoy your partners’ body. Produce sweat, be natural, entice your senses, give into pleasure. Bump heads, miss when you kiss, laugh when it happens. Speak words, speak with your body, speak to their soul. Touch their skin, kiss their goose bumps, and play with their hair. Scream, beg, whimper, sigh, let your toes curl, lose yourself. Chase your breath; keep the lights on, watch their eyes when they explode. Forget worrying about extra skin, sizes of parts and things that are meaningless. Save the expectations, take each second as it comes. Smear your make up, mess up your hair, rid your masculinity, and lose your ego. Detonate together, collapse together, and melt into each other.

zuhriamira:

When sex becomes a production or performance that is when it loses its value. Be mutual. Be loud. Be clumsy. Make noises, be quiet, and make a mess. Bite, scratch, push, pull, hold, thrust. Remove pressure from the moment. Love the moment. Embrace it. Enjoy your body; enjoy your partners’ body. Produce sweat, be natural, entice your senses, give into pleasure. Bump heads, miss when you kiss, laugh when it happens. Speak words, speak with your body, speak to their soul. Touch their skin, kiss their goose bumps, and play with their hair. Scream, beg, whimper, sigh, let your toes curl, lose yourself. Chase your breath; keep the lights on, watch their eyes when they explode. Forget worrying about extra skin, sizes of parts and things that are meaningless. Save the expectations, take each second as it comes. Smear your make up, mess up your hair, rid your masculinity, and lose your ego. Detonate together, collapse together, and melt into each other.

(via arightontimeconscience)

returnthegayze:

@DarkMatterRage #TwitterPoetry: LOST IN (TRANS)LATION

I went home to my family of origin this past week and found every interaction seasoned with politics. I decided to write some short #TwitterPoetry to capture those every day moments of intimacy that often go unnoticed but mean so much for us as queers going home.

For more poetry and politics follow us on twitter 

(via dynastylnoire)

dynastylnoire:

naturalhairdoescare:

Slay on Slayer. Jill Scott September @essencemag #naturalhairdoescare #colorcodefriday

YESSSSSSSSSSSSS

dynastylnoire:

naturalhairdoescare:

Slay on Slayer. Jill Scott September @essencemag #naturalhairdoescare #colorcodefriday

YESSSSSSSSSSSSS

nprfreshair:

"All I want is education, and I am afraid of no one."
Malala Yousafzai as Rosie the Riveter. 

nprfreshair:

"All I want is education, and I am afraid of no one."

Malala Yousafzai as Rosie the Riveter. 

(via seoulsister)

theamericankid:

The Quick Brown Fox Jumps Over the Lazy Dog

theamericankid:

The Quick Brown Fox Jumps Over the Lazy Dog

(via legit-humour)

attack-on-teetan:

I feel like the ones with siblings are a game of “which one grew up to be hot”

(Source: owmeex, via legit-humour)

dynastylnoire:

maygun87:

tashabilities:

so-treu:

dylandigits:

bad-dominicana:

teddythemonster:

youngblackandvegan:

bvley:

Came as these cool pinup artwork, definitely going to invest in one.

glory

i obviously need the jamaican one. side eye to the white woman on the south africa one

where can i buy one?

Yo! That nigerian one is MY artwork that was commissioned by a client of mine and made in her image, so it was CLEARLY taken from my personal portfolio. WHO is selling my artwork without my consent? People plagiarize my tumblr and twitter posts, steal my photography concepts AND my fucking artwork! Its like yall wanna pilfer my entire life and leave me to die. Who is behind this shit? WHO?! And the irony of it being “pro black women” while they EXPLOIT A BLACK WOMAN.

here you go. It’s Mark Sciepura from Barcelona, Spain. His etsy storefront is here

a fucking WHITE DUDE. a fucking WHITE DUDE STOLE this art from Black women and other Black artists, and has the NERVE to SELL IT.

im so fucking mad right now

Why the fuck am I NOT surprised? 

white people stealing from black folks for over 400 years and counting. 

BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOST
DO NOT BUY HIS WORK

(Source: bvley.tumblr.com )

dynastylnoire:

sourcedumal:

magnacarterholygrail:

lenadreamsingold:

isleswoman:

ganjflavoredcleats:

fashionmoneysuccess:

forgetree:

young-wavy:

createyourownflow:

"Are you ready to be the pussy parent?"

😂😂😂

Lmao that’s the truth tho.

♡

I’m down

No words lol pussy parent

Are you? Lol

BRUH THIS IS GOSPEL AND NO ONE CAN TELL ME DIFFERENT

But she wasnt sayin no lies tho.

that’s a word right there.

dynastylnoire:

sourcedumal:

magnacarterholygrail:

lenadreamsingold:

isleswoman:

ganjflavoredcleats:

fashionmoneysuccess:

forgetree:

young-wavy:

createyourownflow:

"Are you ready to be the pussy parent?"

😂😂😂

Lmao that’s the truth tho.

I’m down

No words lol pussy parent

Are you? Lol

BRUH THIS IS GOSPEL AND NO ONE CAN TELL ME DIFFERENT

But she wasnt sayin no lies tho.

that’s a word right there.