There are Gods amongst us in these ghettos
so black, so fierce,
so brown, so beautiful,
Their time on earth may be as oppressive as ignorance
limited to the demons flowing in their blood
but after safely passing over back to the clouds
the wind will still carry their auras and prophecies
their bones will still beat drums for their children to dance
the phoenix will still rise from the flames of Paris with hope in womb
There are Gods amongst us in these ghettos
so brown, so fierce,
so black, so beautiful,
That if you spend too much time caught up in yourself
You just might miss Him that is goddess, she that is god,
they that are legends
Working the runway as if walking on water
Reaching the stage to that promised land
where 'peace' is not ridiculed and the only war worth fighting for
is protecting your child from the terrorist acts of a mainstream America
where 'reading' is an act of learning
not degrading words used to disguise fragility and fractured dreams
where 'shade' is a shadow you walk in to avoid the light
but who wants to stay out of the warmth of the sun?
If you waste your time trying to be a false prophet
robed in attitude and labels to obscure the insecurity
you may fail to recognize their divinity and miracles
parting the crowds, resurrecting from the floor,
scoring tens of commandments,
because trophies will not feed the hungry, coat the homeless,
hide the scars,
Grand Prizes will not bring Lazarus or LaBeija back from the dead
they will just sit in your closet, fake idols gathering dust,
before the gold paint chips away
You cannot sell them for freedom
You cannot trade them in for love
There are Gods amongst us in these ghettos
so black, so fierce,
so black, so beautiful,
so brown, so fierce,
so brown, so beautiful,
Watch them carefully and say your prayers as they enter the ballroom
angel wing feathers decorating skin recrafted over silicone
and martyred colors
See the Gods dream, see the Gods give, see the Gods live,
They exist in the spaces where white is not the only hue
that represents purity
They will not battle to your rhythms and beats
click, spin and dip simply for amusement
They will not teach those who share their souls and names to hate
Their heartbeats are louder than the blaring speakers
You want realness... look at your hands
are they red from the revolution or from the blood of your own sisters
There are Gods amongst us in these ghettos
so black, so brown, so fierce, so beautiful, so bright
Look up towards the heavens and pray
then look at yourself in the mirror and say
'Stars are not only found out in the sky but in ourselves'
Emanuel Xavier
Screen Cap: Legendary
From Legendary: The Spoken Word Poetry of Emanuel Xavier
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From Michael Cinco's Menswear Collection, A/W 2012
Photographer Lope Navo
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Light of God dimming weak
Nothing’s wrong ; go back to sleep
Lost the will at infancy
Drown them in charity
Lend them comfort for sorrow
Enthusiasm they borrow
I can clean impurity
Wash away with kerosene
Can’t offend my modesty
Thank you for defiling me
Language pure as binary
Instruct with dishonesty
In nature there’s no tragedy
Bandage them in tapestry
Trade comfort for identity
Drown me in kerosene
Kerosene
I’ll protect you from
All the things I’ve seen
And I’ll clean your wounds
Rinse them with saline
Kerosene…
An excerpt from POPTH : BLΛCK RΛ!NB0VV
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Vive L’hiver!
Cartoon I drew today.
Family thinks it’s depressing. I think it’s funny.
Ben Spick, 2013
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Florian Pessenteiner
Photo by Snjezana Josipovic
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From American Hustle, an editorial by Mert and Marcus
Creative Director/Stylist: Karl Templer
Interview Magazine, February 2014
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Tony Ward
Photo by Alix Malka for 7 Hollywood
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Collage by Furkan Ozketin, 2014
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Rectal Rangers, by Captain Pandapants
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LOVE. THEM! (via clintcatalyst):
Re-bloggification, via The Almighty Zoeticus Maximus Herselfness :
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Honored to have these photos of my dear friend, @ClintCatalyst and I included in the “Blood” issues of Giuseppina magazine. Here are some
of the images that didn’t make it in, click here to see the official spread. Pick up your copy of the glossy beauty that is Guiseppina, here.
Credits
Publisher: Guiseppina Magazine, October 30, 2014
Wardrobe : Mother of London
Models: Clint Catalyst and Zoetica Ebb
Hair Cut / Color : Irene at Hairroin Salon Los Angeles
Photographer : Deniz Uzunoglu
Special Thanks to [Editor-In-Chief] Jessica Rowell and [Club Impresario] Mario Diaz, whose home we invaded to capture these shots
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Oh, but it is I who am honored, Zo! ♥ My Heart To Your Heart ♥
"Because we ain’t simple / and love ain’t simple … "
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Alexander Beck
Photo by Emilio Tini
Fashion Editor Lale Aktay
For L'Officiel Hommes Germany, Spring 2011
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Dennis Cooper
Polaroid by Casey McKinney, 1991
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Photo Armin Kober & Philipp Hermisson
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#19 (Hess) by Bethan McKnight
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clintcatalyst:
Flash-Back Friday, with thanks to Beauty Nursed On Darkness ♥
Clint Catalyst, 1990
And now, a special episode of Clock That Look! Like It’s 25 Years Ago :
Make-Up : Black eyeliner applied to lips; coated with Chap Stick
Hair : Crimping iron, back-combing, Aqua Net [copious amounts]
Vintage Sharkskin Smoking Jacket : After 6, via Salvation Army : $6
Accessories : Mail-order/ads in Star Hits and Propaganda magazine
Bracelets : Mercedes Benz hood ornaments liberated from the automobiles on which they were once attached. Effect usually achieved using the ball of one’s hand to force the emblem forward, pushing in a downward motion, until it “snaps off”—though of course more professional means of removal may be employed. Individuals should then discover the No-It’s-Not-A-Peace-Symbol, Honey centerpiece will dislodge with a simple toss onto the concrete / asphalt / hard surface where the vehicle is parked. *[Detail of Note : Bracelets—as well as knowledge of how they were obtained—received as gift from Punk-As-Fuck boyfriend. Said another way? Your conscience, your business.]
Creepers : TUK, via telephone inquiry/mail-order : Poseurs, L.A.
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