Pam Grier as Foxy Brown (1974) directed by Jack Hill.
In 1980, when Obama was known as “Barry”, a freshman at Occidental College in Los Angeles, he was approached by an aspiring photographer named Lisa Jack, who asked him if he would be willing to pose for some black and white photographs that she could use in her portfolio.
The photographs provide an intimate portrait of the soon-to-be-politician, chain smoking cigarettes, flashing his signature grin, leaning within a narrow frame of a hallow and hiding beneath the brim of a straw hat.
Happy Birthday to me! Well, as of yesterday I turned 29. What does 29 feel like? Numbness,broken nails and hoarseness. That’s how I’d describe things at least after last night. While I’ll go ahead and say one of my long standing curiosities has been about mass orgies the crowd was so far from it.Aside from barely being able to move or walk when the show was over Gambino did put on a great show. While I do think he waited till people were absolutely ready to throw chairs and shit to come out I still love him. I’m kinda kicking myself for coming so late in the day despite the fact that I ended up three or four feet away from him again. In 2012 when I saw him at Summerstage I got to Manhattan at 4/4:30. I ended up pushed to the front of the barricade and met some people I actually ended up running into last night along with some new ones. I can only remember two names right now so excuse me. Taylor and Mavis. I mostly remembered Mavis because she had her name on her jacket so thank you Mavis. The line was broken up into three sections but I stuck with the same group of people. Oh, and guy who’s birthday is April 12th who’s name I can’t remember thank you for letting me grab on you otherwise I don’t think I would have gotten inside to get where I was.
Side note: I don’t know IF I mentioned this in any of my personal blogs but I have what’s called cerebral palsy so I’m pretty sure I’m not supposed to be standing up for extreme periods of time but I one again said fuck it. I don’t think disabilities should limit who you are or what you do/become. The DJ was on some shit for a little while but played everything from Drake to Nelly to The Jackson 5 and Aretha Franklin. I really loved that there was a lot of Prince being played because if you listen to Purple Rain or watch the movie BTI and Purple Rain serve as contrast to each other but they’re also complimentary.
The Kid is coming of age in some ways but the music is used to compliment that and add to it. He’s also trying his hardest to get his music taken seriously despite what’s going on in his house/the relationship with his father. A lot of the songs in Purple Rain deal with death also. Let’s Go Crazy is upbeat as fuck but it’s about death and dying. There are a lot of allusions to death loneliness also on BTI. I take from this, the idea that because of the internet we can be completely alone, depressed and terrified of the world at large but no one would really have to know because the internet and an online experience/social media allow us to be constantly connected to other people while being completely alone all at the same time.
Some of my favorite songs he did:
Do Ya Like
Freaks and Geeks
The Worst Guys
The Last Night (The Earth Is The Oldest Computer)
All I wanted was the BTI record but I didn’t get there early enough to get one. So, there’s always Record Store Day( April 17th or 19th I think) I got a couple pictures but I wouldn’t say they were that good in comparison to the ones I see being posted on tumblr BUT I’m happy I got to see him despite everything. It was sorta like a bad date but one of those dates you’re glad you went on in retrospect. Would I go see him again? Yes. Because he’s basically 1000 times cuter up close and no one rapping right now can touch his energy live.
Moral of the story:
A fucked up lace front and leg numbness are worth a good time.
Nigerian fashion and publishing innovator, and former creator and editor of Pop’Africana, Oroma Elewa photographed by Elias Tahan
Where are all the Black horror fans? And I’m talking about the classic horror films like Carrie (1976), The Shining, Friday the 13th, Child’s Play, Scream (is that movie old enough to be considered a classic? Oh well, you know what I mean) etc….and of course show some love for Blacula.
STOP SAYING A VAGINA IS LOOSE BECAUSE OF A LOT OF SEX.
VAGINAS ALWAYS SHRINK TO THEIR USUAL TIGHTNESS AFTER SEX.
PENISES DO NOT STRETCH THEM OUT OF SHAPE AT ALL
THE VAGINA IS A REALLY STRONG MUSCLE NOT A FLABBY PIECE OF SKIN
WHEN A DUDE BRAGS ABOUT HOW TIGHT A VAGINA WAS
HE’S LITERALLY BRAGGING ABOUT HOW HE COULDN’T GET HIS PARTNER AROUSED.
WOW 4 FOR YOU, BOY.
Spread the word! Maybe one or two boys might actually get it.
LMFAO. My last ex literally did this. ”Are you cheating on me? Your vagina’s a little…loose.” Words to live by.
do it to it // cherish
I’m a grade 12 in high school who just happens to wear a K-cup bra. I live a fairly normal high school existence, except for the fact that my bust size often gets me in trouble with teachers, especially female teachers.
Now, my school has a uniform that involves a blouse. Being a busty person, I need to undo three buttons in order to have it fit right without it being undone to below my breasts. Even then, it’s a bit of a stretch. There is literally no way to disguise my breasts. Even when I’ve bound them for crossplay, they still look like really large pectoral muscles. I’m also really confident with my body, so I don’t see why I should have to hide what my body looks like at school.
So you can imagine how angry it makes me when a teacher pulls me aside and whispers “you need to do your top up,” as if my life depended on it.
“You know what? You need to mind your own business,” is what I want to say.
Most of my bras don’t push my breasts together that much, anyway, so most of the time, you’ll see my sternum before any cleavage. If you’re so offended by a bone that protects the heart or a whopping whole inch of two bags of fat on either side of it, then I suggest you get a life.
The way the neckline of my blouse is cut also covers the centre of my bra (most of the time), and I have to either spread it apart (like in the picture), sit or kneel below someone, or lean forward for anyone to actually see it.
Now, notice the little white bow right at the top of the bra’s centre in the picture. Most bras have some little ornamentation there, like a bow or a crystal.
I think that’s there in case the bra accidentally peeks out from a shirt or dress; to make it look pretty as opposed to something with a purely industrial purpose. It almost glorifies the sternum and the rest of the bra, which is how I think every inch of someone’s body should be treated.
Bras don’t see anything offensive about a bone that shields the heart.
Bras are smarter than people.
One of my cousins hit puberty in the second grade.
She had an hourglass figure by the time she entered middle school.
Her first boyfriend thought she was just a bigger girl until the first time they went swimming together, because she’d gotten into the habit of wearing huge sweaters- even in the middle of summer, which can get hot enough to warrant heatstroke warnings- to try to disguise her chest.
This is because everywhere she turned, she was painted as a deviant, sexually promiscuous and attention-seeking youth. She started babysitting for a family friend when she was twelve, and grown women stared in open disapproval when she took the little boy out in his stroller for some fresh air. Men started catcalling at her and approaching her on the street when she was barely thirteen. Teachers looked down on her despite her uniformly excellent grades. Parents of friends immediately pointed to her as a bad influence when things went wrong, despite her immaculate record of just generally being a sensible sort of girl. She had very few female friends, and most of her high school peers assumed that she was sexually involved with most, if not all, of her many male friends. She never was.
This needs to stop.
This isn’t a fanservice video game where you get to choose cup size and bounciness before you start a round. This is real life. Unless she resorts to surgery, the amount of tissue a girl carries on her chest is completely outside of her control, and has nothing to do with her personality, abilities, or achievements.
Stop demonizing breasts. They’re just breasts.
From the barest bump to the cup that runneth over, a breast is a breast, and it should never be an object of shame.
She who carries the chest in question wasn’t doing anything shameful.
But if you feel the need to shame her, you were.
just slow clap it out
and it’s stupid, cause if you have large breasts, you’re a slut. if you have small breasts, you’re not a real woman. (I’ve been called transphobic slurs before because of my small bust). and if you have average breasts, you aren’t anything special.
i am so sick of people shaming big busted girls bc in reality they’re just natural body parts that have been sexualized by the media
i’ve had nowhere near the experiences of these girls, mine are double ds, i would kill for smaller boobs