speck(s) of sunshine
we had a substitute teacher who kept saying he was a philosopher??? and somehow everyone was impressed by that and he said “ladies, if a guy wants to sleep with you and you say no and and he follows you around and keeps asking you no matter what you say, you should say yes, because he truly loves you” and everyone nodded at his wisdom and i just
It fluctuates. I get so happy when I find both men and women who are wholeheartedly PROUD of being black. When they don’t shy away from their intelligence and powerful potential because of the preconceived notions about our race. There are so many individuals who don’t, by any means, let the world get them down.
I get sad and angry when I meet young and even older, sadly, black men who still refer to females as ratchet bitches and hoes. It makes me sad knowing I’ve never had a boyfriend of the same race because of that reason. I hate feeling disgusting and vulnerable when older black men try to do disgusting things to me and insult me for trying to better myself. Including people in my family. Things like that make me sad. Gang violence makes me sad. Color discrimination in the black community makes me sad. The mere thought of myself being ‘too dark’ for some black boys makes me sad and disappointed. So many things make me sad. But there are still so many things that make me happy.
Instead of moaning during climax say “Flash 9 required for audio”.
I feel like I’m going to stress vomit lmfao bye