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Oh hereâs the tea.

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Me, trying to stay alive long enough to see Black Panther...
Dear Future Love, I complete me. You complete you. We complete we.
You are whole without me. I am whole without you. When we come together we will transcend everything from our past to become untied in something new.
I look forward to growing with you. I look forward to becoming with you. I look forward to loving with you. I look forward to you.
Until then, keep manifesting greatness until it is time to manifest each other.
um. fat people are allowed to be outside btw. fat people are allowed to wear clothes that do not completely flatter them. fat people are allowed to have their belly showing or wear clothes too small for them. fat people are allowed to exist in whatever they want and we dont have to constantly make ourselves look appealing + attractive. skinny people can wear lazy clothes and be called gorgeous but god forbid a fat person not put 100% into their fucking appearance every single day of their life
please dont ignore this post.. thanks..
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#You can see everything in his face # the complete difference between every other film in his category and Get Out # his inner monologue #yall people got some fucked up taste if you think thatâs a comedy# oh wait Iâm supposed to be clapping #oh fuck it I donât care # itâs all there in 10 seconds
if you go to afro punk and defeat every nigga with a septum ring you get 3 wishes granted by a nigga in a crop top. allegedly
His e-mail is [email protected] he checks it in public libraries btw
Letâs share this post cause we gotta take care of us as no one else will.
Guys I recently just got into contact with this gentleman and he now has a gofundme:
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Black Tumblr reblog the fck out of this
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Nemesis Stories: Memphis Bleek
Nemesis- the person or persons that every time I see, I squint my eyes⌠Like Peter when he sees that chicken.
Summer, 2006. I was in New York covering the Urban World Film festival. Just so happened that was the same weekend that Jay Zâs 10-year anniversary show for Reasonable Doubt was at Radio City Music Hall. Iâd never seen Sean before and I wanted to go. I had collected a few connects and I hoped that at least one of them could get me in. By this time in my film critickinâ I had figured out that everyone was just one connect away from being anywhere they wanted to be. I had exhausted all my angles even asking my friend Rob Stapleton (who portrayed Jay-Z in a Roc film) to call him up and get me in. Yeah so.. He was like nah. I threw a Hail Mary pass at a record exec homie of mine on the west coast. And as it turned out he had the plug. WellâŚnot exactly. What he had was a homegirl who just so happened to be regularly screwing Memphis Bleek. She was one of those professional groupie types that owed him a few favors. He said that she would probably go with him and that I could just go with her. Crash Bleekâs entourage? Can I do that? Is that even a thing? He assured me it wasnât a big deal. And I believed him because he was Jeezyâs friend. Why didnât he just ask Jeezy? Clearly I didnât have the juice for that kind of favor. But the night mightâve gone smoother for me⌠Then again I mightâve got ran by some BMFs at the after party. YOU BETTER TAKE THIS BLEEK AND LIKE IT!  My friend gave me the groupieâs number and told me to connect with her. She was kinda cold, you could tell she was only tolerating me because of whatever my friend had told her to do. I could see this girl was in wayyyy too deep. Her attitude didnât phase me though. I just kept thinking, âYou not sweet. I could see if it was a Diplomat.â (We all had our favorite back in those days.) And she wasnât being mean to me, just dry⌠like a tired hoe might reasonably be. It wasnât like I was willing to lay with Freeway. I was riding on all of HER hard work. And we both knew it. First off, there was no going in with Bleek. She told me to meet her on the corner across the street from Radio City. This was my first inkling that we might not get in. But my inner adventuress had to see how this was about to play out. Whatâs the worse that could happen, right? We either get in or we donât.
Or⌠This wasnât my first time at the âmixed chic thatâs so pretty famous dudes want to bang herâ rodeo. I had a couple of friends that had already made attempts at that life. And sometimes hanging out with those kind of men, be it professional ball players, entertainers or politicians, there are moments that look just like a music video⌠there are also moments that you wish you had just stayed home. Like the time an NBA player took us to dinner and proceeded to call my girl a few different type of B***CH before the Veuve and filets were even at the table just because he could and as he said, âshe ainât going nowhereâ. Or the time we were styling in VIP and a guy very randomly just begin to shower my girl with champagne until she was down on the ground soaking wet. His reason? He was âsick of light skin hoesâ. So I was long since disillusioned to the fallacy that pretty women get treated better and rich men are good men. Â
So I left off with us walking across the street and finding the stage entrance at Radio City. Security knows this groupie chic but makes no qualms about their dislike of her. Eyes rolling as the first door opens, an exasperated sigh as we get past the second checkpoint. Why do everybody hate you Ma? A certain back steps led up several stairs to a VIP green room where all the cool famous people were⌠And food⌠And liquor. She had done right by me and I shouldâve just thanked her and found my way out to the seats. But I technically didnât have one and nobody knew me so I followed her. We headed for those stairs and ran into Bleek and another dude coming down. The look on his face when he saw us. I had seen that look before. My friend that dated the NBA player had dated a few pro ballers. They all made that face. Itâs a combination of âIâve had you and Iâm bored with it.â And âYou ainât coming in.â Oh snap! Of all the days for him to be done with her it had to be the day she was with me? âWhy are you here?â Or maybe he said, âWhy is you here?â I canât remember exactly. Iâm omitting some of the details that are fuzzy in my mind. I donât want to get accused of lying. I just remember his aggitation. I had started backing down the steps at this point. The terror had set in. His face, the securityâs face and The Jay Z song Do It Again were all running through my head.
â6:15 I be kicking her out!â
Itâs not like these Rocafella dudes werenât capable of humiliating women. (Flashback to video clip of Jay-Z slapping that girl in the hallway). And here it is! We was about to get thrown out of Radio City Music Hall just moments before the Reasonable Doubt Anniversary show. Alicia Keys was there. The Roots were there. Jeezy was there! (I didnât know any of this at the time, btw, some friends at the festival who had legitimate press passes told me later) I didnât know much about Hollywood but I knew getting thrown out of a celebrity gala was NOT the look I was going for. Little did we know that Solange would change the rules on gala behavior 9 years later. I started walking down the steps. But not before I heard âWho the f$&k is that?â The âwhoâ was me! I started walking faster. She stayed and argued with him as I hightailed it out of the stairwell. She can get thrown out by herself. I donât even know her like that. But not Heather Jay! Not today! When I told my LA friend what happened he wasnât surprised. He labeled her as an opportunist and basically said that once dudes figure out how sheâs cut, they cut her. Woulda been nice to know BEFORE the concert. Still would have gone with her but definitely would have asked a couple of questions crossing the street. Donât worry Family, she didnât get booted from joint. The next day she posted pics with Jay and Bleek to her MySpace (again with the MySpace H? What can I say? âTwas the season.) And Jay Z didnât exactly take a pic with her as much as he stood a few feet away from her when she was taking a picture. Somebody must have called his name because he glanced up just in time to look confused. I shook my head when I saw it. I wasnât even sure that the photo was taken the same night. But she had managed to turn the night into a flossable moment. I, on the other hand was too embarrassed to even talk about it. So, I wasnât even slightly jealous. The price of that picture was $AllOfHerDignity.99.
I attached a picture of the show I found on MTVs website. You can see how big the audience was. Thatâs where I hid out until I realized that I didnât really like Reasonable Doubt that much when it came out. I heard Mary J wasnât there to perform Canât Knock the Hustle so I left after Foxxy came out for Ainât No N$&$@. I figured who could do a better job than Mary? BeyoncĂŠ. I shouldâve known sheâd be there. This was around the time they were still denying their very obvious relationship. Of course he would close out the show with his Boo. But I didnât find that out to the next day either⌠Iâm not really sure who my nemesis is in this story⌠I hated so many people by the end of the night (including myself for pursuing an event I wasnât quite ready to pull off). But I feel like if ever see Bleek again I would definitely give him the squinted eyes. And what I found humiliating was probably old hat for him, definitely for her⌠Which is why I wonât worry about being sued for writing this.
Next up on Nemesis Stories: My significantly less attractive, less dope and unauthorized clone. They stole my stems and made an orangutan yaw. Â
Chadwick Boseman thought he already had a sense of how significant the Black Panther is to the fans who love him. But it wasnât until Saturday afternoon, while he was on stage at the Marvel Studios panel at this yearâs San Diego Comic-Con, that he got hit with the full weight of the love and enthusiasm surrounding TâChalla. Those same fans are trying to help Boseman embody the role in the best way possible.
Heâs a king so he doesnât necessarily have to take feedback at all so thatâs a good observation. What do you think prevents TâChalla from being a Magical Negro in Civil War? Part of the formula is there: heâs an otherworldly character who could be fixing these white folksâ problems [Boseman laughs].
Boseman: Well, heâs there for his own purpose. Heâs not there⌠usually what happens is âwell, he did this in this scene and now heâs doing [something else contradictory] and that doesnât even fit the character.â Thatâs the Magical Negro thing. But, I think we were very cognizant about making a character that had his own through-line, his own intent and he wasnât going to waver for anybody elseâs story. Anytime that I felt like that was about to happen, Iâd be like ânah, this is what he wants. You can do whatever you wanna do but this is what I feel like he needs to be doing.â I feel like thatâs the key. Sometimes⌠I wonât say more than that. I could go into the Magical Negro and talk about that forever butâŚ. [laughs loudly]
Iâm not gonna stop you!
Boseman: Nah, I think the main thing is just keeping it very clear that he has his own arc and his own things that he wants and desires. He only changes that when something strikes a chord at his core. It strikes a chord at what I think is his lineage and heritage and what heâs been taught, at what heâs been groomed to be. He canât make that shift at the end of the movie unless heâs been groomed to make that shift already. And even though we donât see that grooming, thatâs actually the first glimpse into Wakanda before you see that tag at the very end.
Okay, I have a weird ask and you can turn it down if you want. I have two favorite lines of dialogue from the comicsâŚ
Boseman: Noooo, Iâm not going to say them in the accent! [laughs loudly] I promised myself I wouldnât do that.
I have a follow-up, then! Do you have a favorite moment from any of the material that youâve read so far?
Boseman: Hmmm, wow. Let me think, because thereâs a lot of different stuff. One of the moments was when he traps into his ancestral realm and all of the ancestors are standing around and theyâre panthersâŚ
So I have to stop you because one of the lines I was going to have you read was from that same exact scene. [turns laptop to show screen]
Boseman: I love that moment, mainly because before Iâd even read that seriesâIâd read the Reginald Hudlin versions and the Kirby seriesâŚ
Damn, you read the Kirby? Iâm a lifelong Black Panther fan but that is some hard reading in 2016.
Boseman: Well, you have to read it, right? There was a book that had all of them collected. But that specific image of those panther ancestors came to me before ever seeing it. So, when I saw it in the book, I was like âOh, wow.â I didnât have the role yet but that image already manifested in my head.
This man was born for this role.
Nemesis Stories: Larenz Tate
Everybody can get these hands. These words. This side eye. Even famous people.
Detroit City, 2005. Charles H Wright Museum of African-American History. Private room upstairs. Press junket. Place was lit. Guest of honors were the Tate brothers, Larenz, Lahmard, and Laron (I think. It was something with an L). In the main ballroom below there was a sold out screening of their first joint project as brothers. An abomination of a film called THE HOT SPOT. We, the press were privileged enough to meet and greet the brothers upstairs, followed by a round table discussion of the film. I was the youngest and finest sister in the room and was asked to sit directly across from Larenz.
At the time, I was known as the Urban Film Critic. My endgame was to be the first black woman version of Roger Ebert. I had a website and a lanyard with a sexy pic of myself on it. I had gained a little momentum thanks to a lot of love shown by a Paramount publicist named Dawn. She invited me out to cool events like this one, she passed my name on to other publicists so in a few short months I had made a lot of headway in the Detroit press community meeting several celebrities, and attending events. I might have thought I was hot stuff⌠but unfortunately this was my first lesson in how popularity and revenue are not the same thing. So the brokeness kept me humble.
Sitting across from Larenz I did get a little more attention than the other journalists. We talked about his movie, his inspirations but I was also able to broach other topics of convoâŚsuch as, my website. At the time I was trying to drive more traffic to the site. My reviews werenât cutting it. So I ran a promotion called âTop 25 Black Filmsâ. I encouraged people to vote their top picks and I would update the site daily to reflect the results. At the time of our meeting, all of the Tatesâ films had made the list including Love Jones, Why Do Fools Fall In Love, Menace II Society and Donât Be A Menace. I told him about the promotion and asked him for a quote or a drop that I could use to further market the site. He sat up with enthusiasm when I described the promotion. He asked for details regarding how I tallied the votes and how his films were ranking. I was happy to be getting this extra conversation time with a famous person so I blabbed on and on outlining my promotion. He asked that I give his personal publicist the website information. She stepped into the conversation and took my name, email and website information. I was super geeked and honored that he was taking an interest in my dinky little site. We all took some pictures and then adjourned downstairs to catch the end of the screening and the Q&A that would follow.
Do I even have to tell you how the Detroit sisters represented for this screening? 300 strong. All fine. Nobody got caught slipping. These women came to meet Mr Love Jones himself⌠but before they could meet him, they had to sit through his awful film. They considered it a small price to pay. But about halfway through the movie they changed their minds. Some had already started walking out. And the women that stayed only did so because they wanted to curse Larenz out. And thatâs exactly what happened. The Tate brothers learned that Detroit women donât care who you are when you waste their time.
THE HOT SPOT was a comedy about a sexual predator who had lied to several women and finally got caught cheating by all of them. It was like How To Be A Player only without the jokes, cinematography, casting, sound quality, and overall production value. It was like John Tucker Must Die without the Ashanti factor.
The Q&A was a disaster. I can still see Larenzâ face as he squirmed to answer such questions as:
âWhat in the HELL?â
âHow could you make some mess like that?â
âWe expected better from you!â
And my favorite from a woman I could tell had just left the salon and the mall to attend this event. You could read the disappointment on her face. And she was broke now.
âThat was some bullshit!â
Everybody can get these hands. These words. This side eye. Even famous people. This is Detroit.
The Q&A that was scheduled for an hour lasted about 12 minutes before the Tate brothers escaped out of a side door with the voices of 300 fussing black women behind them.
And that was that. UntilâŚ. the next week when Larenzâ personal publicist begin to email me daily about assisting her in promoting the film in the Detroit market. That film? To my people? Ummmm⌠no? Larenz got enough credibility to handle a flop. I, on the other hand, just got to the party. She was trying to get me thrown out. I pacified her over the next few weeks, by posting pics of the event to my website and MySpace page.
And then one day a few months later.. I was channel surfing and I saw a familiar face. He said, âWelcome Back! Iâm your host Larenz Tate and this is BETâs Top 25 Black Films!â
I donât know what part of the countdown I came in on. And I admit I smiled for about 15 seconds before I realized what I was watching. There he was, seated on a couch counting down the top 25 black films. Just like I had told him. And it was another 2 hours before I accepted that he had actually stolen the idea from me. I wrestled with him being a nice guy and not needing to steal from little old me. But his publicist was relentless on my webpage. He took my ish to BET and cut me out of the deal. She emailed me for weeks about his crappy movie but not one email to say, âbtw Heather we took your concept to BET!â
Nemesis worthy? I think so. And of course it could have all been a coinkey-dink but cmon nahâŚ.
That was a year before I started doing comedy. And when I told my veteran comedy friends the story they scoffed and told me their stories about bigger names stealing bigger projects. There were tears. It couldâve been worse. So I decided to let it go. I guess he showed me that my ideas were good enough for television. And I needed that boost of confidence.
And I still could remember him squirming in that room full of angry black women when I needed a good laugh. I retroactively loved every woman that screamed at him.
That was my welcome to showbiz.
Next up in the Nemesis Stories: Memphis Bleek. Radio City Music Hall. Jay Z is involved but he has no lines. A side chick plays a big part. It was all her fault.

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FB removed this photo because it âviolated community standardâ even though it was pixelated. Welp, no need to pixelate it now.
A day of people of all background condemning this man and it only took one group of racists to protect him and report the post.
Fuck you, FB. I care more about this woman than protecting the sanctity of whiteness.
Look at her face! She is not amused by this!
Here is his info.
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