tobacco leaf blessings

I spoke with my ancestors. They told me, my only job is to Live. Love. Laugh.

Rich because I have a roof over my head, a bed to lay in, and a book in my hand

shout out to black trans men y'all are so fucking awesome and strong and don't let anyone tell you otherwise

As we enter an increasingly anti-Black time, cuckoldry becomes the foundational psychosexual fixation of the racist masses. I don't mean jokes about "the cuck chair" or whatever, which is largely racially neutral and is more akin to jokes about swinging, but cuckoldry as in sexual anxiety surrounding stereotypes of Blackness. The specter of Blackness overshadows every sexual context for these people. You can't see a beautiful woman without preemptively imagining comparative sexual humiliation at the hands of a Black man. Racist whites will model themselves after "demure" sexual norms designed to contrast specifically with the imagined stereotype of Black women. It is deeply pathetic, increasingly dangerous, and also: lol fucking losers

i was actually thinking about this yesterday and it gets even worse when you realize that white men do not even value the women they project these fantasies onto. these women, and the black men they project those sexual anxieties on are not human in their mind, but objects for their own perverse desires. white men hate women just as much as they hate the black men they are “so afraid of”… the possibility of violence is what is sexually gratifying to them essentially- the probability that they get to watch their perverse fantasies of domination and abuse forced to become reality right in front of them, because it’s all about control/abuse anyways. i don’t think any of this was ever about the “protection” of white women, but about prolonging this psycho-crazed racialized and gendered sexual objectification/domination performace ritual through the guise of concern. they been getting off on this since at least the 1400s.