thoughtsofablackgirl:

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the-goddamazon:

gradientlair:

#NotJustHello is a recent Twitter dialogue (started by @Karnythia) on how street harassment is not just about men not being able to say “hello” to women (though all who experience street harassment aren’t necessarily “women” or ID as such). Above are some of my tweets during that conversation. The idea that it is women “preventing” hello is not just a violently gross lie, but a mass oversimplification of the verbal/physical abuse and even sexual assault/murder that comes about via street harassment. 

Anyone who thinks all I describe above is okay clearly supports violence. None of these actions (and I’ve experienced much worse; some I don’t even discuss online) above are about saying “hello.” It’s one of the reasons why I included "so I can’t say hello?" in my Street Harassment and Street Harassment + Misogynoir BINGO card, that I included again in this post.

The first time I posted the BINGO card is in my recent post about my experiences, my writing on street harassment as experienced as a Black woman and the anti-street harassment chat #YouOkSis (by @Russian_Starr and @FeministaJonesscheduled for Thursday, July 10th at 12pm. In this aforementioned post (and within my years of writing on the topic) I address why some people want Black women silenced on this topic (and in general) and how the racist and anti-intersectional mainstream media framing and centering of White women as the only victims of street harassment with Black men as only perpetrators removes other men’s culpability and again, silences Black women. This is a time and space for Black women to speak our truths.

Related Post: Street Harassment Is Violence (Essay Compilation)

I’ve had men follow me in their cars, I’ve been stalked going to my car in a parking garage, around malls, at train stations…all because I left it at “hello” but it was never just “hello” for them.

There’s actually a scene in The Purge: Anarchy that reflects this.

Some of my most disturbing street harassment experiences:

- A guy was sitting on my car in an almost empty and dark parking lot     after  work one night. 

- Sand kicked in my face because for not wanting to shake some guys      hands. *I didn’t want to shake his hand because my hands were sandy and his were clean. The irony!

- A guy screamed that I was a stupid/ugly/fat bitch his entire ride up an escalator in a crowded mall after I refused to stop and have a conversation with me. 

- A football player (relevant as to size & strength) cornered me, held onto my arm and refused to let go until I explained how I could choose a woman over him. *My only other exit option was the 20-25 ft. lifted balcony I was pinned against.

-  A guy threw a drink at me for not dancing with him at the club.

-  A guy pulled up so close to my car, that he scratched it, and then called me a  bitch when I went off about the scratch. 

        *A few random men walked up to me and told me I needed to calm            down and act like a lady (in regards to going off on the ass hat that          scratched my baby.)

- A man followed me for about twenty minutes, flagging me down until he realized I was turning into a high school. 

- I was hanging out with a male friend, when I went into the bathroom in his bedroom, I was greeted by the roommate who said he’d been “waiting on me all night.”

  * I had a screaming fit, was dropped off, and called dramatic the next day by the creepy bathroom guy. 

- I was called a stuck up bitch by a couple of guys who used to hang out by our bus stop when I refused to come into their yard and “talk” to them. 

   * I started holding hands with a nice guy so they would think we were dating and leave me alone. 

        * Then he wanted me to go with him to his grandma’s house and              ”talk.”

             * I started wearing my headphones on the walk home after that,                 even when my ipod was dead. 

This nostalgic review of some of the sexual harassment has left me tired. 

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simply-leon:

In honor of Valentine’s  Day, I would like to recommend one of my favorite love movies, Hav Plenty. It was produced by Babyface and Tracy Edmonds. It’s a story about Lee Plenty, a broke writer who’s working on a novel but experiencing a little bit of writer’s block, and his rich and beautiful friend, Havilland Savage. She invites him to her parents’ house for New Year’s. He finds more than motivation and material for his book. Cameos include Chilli, Nia Long, Lauryn Hill, Tracy Edmonds, Babyface, Mekhi Phifer, and Shemar Moore.

simply-leon:

In honor of Valentine’s  Day, I would like to recommend one of my favorite love movies, Hav Plenty. It was produced by Babyface and Tracy Edmonds. It’s a story about Lee Plenty, a broke writer who’s working on a novel but experiencing a little bit of writer’s block, and his rich and beautiful friend, Havilland Savage. She invites him to her parents’ house for New Year’s. He finds more than motivation and material for his book. Cameos include Chilli, Nia Long, Lauryn Hill, Tracy Edmonds, Babyface, Mekhi Phifer, and Shemar Moore.

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blahblahbekke:

cecileemeke:

Ackee & Saltfish Trailer - Cecile Emeke

Meet the hilarious bestfriends that are Rachel and Olivia in the trailer for the upcoming short, Ackee & Saltfish.

http://ackeeandsaltfish.co.uk

http://vimeo.com/cecileemeke/ackeeandsaltfishtrailer

STAY TUNED !!!!! I’m excited for this 

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dynastylnoire:

dear-white-people:

YOU DEMANDED IT! Check out the full-length official trailer for Dear White People before it hits theaters this weekend. 

#HITSHARE #TURNUP #BELIEVETHEHYPE

::SCREAMING:::

I am so proud of them lol isharedfoundlove

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bigbeautifulblackgirls:

Salon Allure opening for the Mercedes-Benz Miami Fashion Swim Weekend!
Rocking the neck piece from my upcoming jewelry line PhaJenn LLC
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My Gawd this necklace! Everything.

bigbeautifulblackgirls:

Salon Allure opening for the Mercedes-Benz Miami Fashion Swim Weekend!

Rocking the neck piece from my upcoming jewelry line PhaJenn LLC

instagram @virgosass

My Gawd this necklace! Everything.

According to Pam Grier:

Richard Pryor included me in so much of his life that I found myself falling in love with him.

We had a few good months early on, but soon enough, Richard started missing his “using” buddies.

As his friends began trickling back into his life, he introduced me to some of them, and they were sensitive to his situation at first. They got high before they got there and Richard got very busy writing and setting up deals.

I became the go-between. A producer would call me and say, “How’s he doing? Do you think he’ll show up today?”

Richard and his friends used to hang out in the kitchen. One afternoon, I went into the kitchen and saw a pile of cocaine sitting on a mirror next to a razor blade and rolled up $100 dollar bills.

Richard acted like he hadn’t been indulging, but I knew better. I saw the signs, his bloodshot eyes, the lines of coke and the empty bottles of Courvoisier.

After his friends left, I got on his case about relapsing and I asked him, “Why do you keep feeding your friends and loaning them money?” I added: “Why doesn’t anybody say, hey, I’ll bring some ribs and a roast over or a six-pack or a bottle of wine?” They don’t bring anything, you supply it all.

I also suggested he get his financial matters in order to help him save some money for himself and his children’s future. Richard didn’t trust managers, and he refused to give over his power and authority to anyone-except me.

He wanted me to take over his finances, but I refused. “I have a career, too, I reminded him. I need to focus on myself.”

One day, I went in for my annual checkup with my gynecologist. After the exam, he asked me to step into his office to talk.

"Pam, I want to tell you about an epidemic that’s prevalent in Beverly Hills right now. It’s a buildup of cocaine residue around the cervix and in the vagina. You have it. Are you doing drugs?

"No," I said, astonished.

"Well, it’s really dangerous," he went on. "Is your partner putting cocaine on his penis to sustain his erection?"

"No," I said. "not that I know of. It’s not like he has a pile of cocaine next to the bed and he dips his penis in it before we have sex."
Suddenly, I had a nauseating flash of one of Richard’s famous lines: Even my dick has a cocaine jones.

"Are you sure he isn’t doing it in the bathroom before he comes to bed?" the doctor asked.

"That’s a possibility," I said. "You know, I am dating Richard Pryor."

"Oh, my God," he said. "We have a serious problem here. If he’s not putting it on his skin directly, then it’s worse because the coke is in his seminal fluid. You can have some serious cervical and uterine problems. You can even become sterile and you might have to have a hysterectomy.

"Will it ever go away," I asked. "It’ll go away eventually," the doctor said.

In the meantime, he has to wear a condom or you’re going to be a very sick woman.

Later that evening, I told Richard, I have cocaine inside of me. It’s eating me up and it could kill me. Have you been putting it on your penis?

"No. Of course not," he answered quickly. I took a deep breath. "I have to ask you to wear a condom when we have sex."

"What?" was all he said.

I said, “you have to Richard,” I pleaded with him. “Only for a while. I have to get rid of these lesions so I don’t get infections.”

He said, “I hate condoms. I can’t feel anything.”

"Will you at least talk to my doctor?"

"No."

I realized at that moment that I was not truly loved by this man.

-“A Memoir: My Life In Three Acts,” by: Pam Grier with Andrea Cagan

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bethanycantdraw:

Triple discrimination threat. 

Today. Yesterday. Probably tomorrow.

(via isharedfoundlove)

I dove into this Love,

I will not jump down in search of anything else.

What could be better than your heart in my hands, 

and legs in my mouth. 

Nothing. Nothing. Nothing.

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