This week I’m wearing: Mr Nathan Stewart-Jarrett (x)
dudes love to volunteer information like:
"i prefer girls that shave down there"
and I’m like ok, that is your preference but why are you telling me? as if you had a chance to catch even a glint of this pussy and all her finesse
England and Canada love to use America as their scapegoat to hide all the terrible racism happening in their countries
ok like i see y’all talk about rita ora but i am still like who the hell is this. she is that not needed
I literally have the same issues when i see an 'artsy' black guy, that he'll only be into white hipster type girls. uhhhhh
We always have to worry about whether or not a guy “likes black girls.” always, With white men, Asian men, Black men, or any other kind of men, that’s always something we’re forced to take into consideration. It’s so disheartening navigating the dating world as a black woman (cis, trans or otherwise) no matter how attractive you are.
and then when you do find the guys who are, you have to worry about fetishization and constantly checking them about their misogyny.
The phrases I always hear from the guys I date, which are mostly black men tbh are: “I’ve never dated a black woman before, but I like you because you’re not like the ghetto/ratchet girls.” ”I love that you don’t wear those gross weaves and stuff” “Yeah you’re black but you don’t really act black” “You’re kind of like a black white girl”
Like these are supposed to be compliments! Like they expect me to gush about this gross ass shit. It’s so exhausting, so damn exhausting and I have given up hope.
Yes!! No matter what race the guy is I always need to confirm. Like just so u know I’m black? That’s cool, right?
Harry Samba, Congo
I can’t stand these fucking people with these fucking family window stickers on their cars a murderer is gonna come into your fucking house and you’re gonna try to hide your kids in the fucking closet and he’s gonna be like naw bitch I saw your fucking mini van I know you have six more kids where are they
sometimes i feel like the only fat girls who are considered stylish are the ones who can consistently afford expensive clothes.
Paul Newman and Joanne Woodward moving into their New York residence, 1958