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I wish the issues that happen in african countries such as child rape, child marriage, abuse and starvation of the people, ect would matter to BLM like race does.
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purplex-ion · 11 months
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It's actually a sick joke dating as a black woman...
I'm dating this guy and he treats me the greatest anyone has ever treated me but I don't think I want to spend the rest of my life with him anymore he just doesn't make me feel like he agrees with my wants and needs but he treats me like a princess so I don't want to let him go... Which just makes me feel like shit because that's definitely not fair to hold on to him just because I want him to continue treating me like a princess and I know I'm not going to get this treatment if I go back to these dating apps 😭😭😭
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honeyssweetened · 1 year
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I know that I have this blog as an outlet and I still have several posts in queue, but I've been coming on here less and less because I feel like there isn't a point, this is all useless like I'm just kidding myself, and in a way these posts are like rubbing themselves in my face.
Today, through no prompt at all, I'm suddenly hit with the reminder of how shitty it feels to be my age and having never had a close, romantic relationship with someone. It has bothered me before but I've always just shoved it down and distracted myself. But really, it truly, truly hurts.
And with the fact that I'm a Black woman, I just KNOW that there's a layer of misogynoir and racism as to why: no one wants to date a Black woman.
If a guy does date you, than she should probably prepare for some type of pain because, allegedly, Black women cannot be loved without being hurt in someway. 😒 There's also the incorrect and racist stereotypes that Black women are loud, ghetto/hood, unfaithful, and hypersexual. There's the "angry Black woman" stereotype, the "Well Fair queen" stereotype, and I've even heard that we're considered dirty. Like, literally filthy with dirt. (Which is laughable to say the least.) And the most recent one: if Black women don't have an hourglass figure, constantly has a face full of makeup, and if she isn't put together like an Instagram model 24/7 then she's unfavorable. It's crazy and weird. We're either desirable and a commodity, or we're ugly and barbaric, but we're never seen as human or as potential partners.
And just out of curiosity I quickly looked up some statistics and it's true. Black women (along with South Asian women) are more likely to still be virgins after their 20s in comparison to White women. They're MUCH more likely. And that hurts. But even among Black women themselves, being virgins isn't common. And that hurts even more.
Even as I'm typing this, I'm getting emotional and I absolutely hate it. I hate this. I hate everything.
I wish I had someone to talk to about this rather than putting out a random post into the ether of Tumblr just to get this out of my head. I have my aspirations, education, my health, and so on, but that's it. (I don't want kids.) I've tried dating apps and there's no in real life dating where I live, but even if there were, most of the men aren't the type of fish you'd want biting.
I fucking hate this and can't believe I'm crying over this. I hate this so much that if it was a bug, I'd kill it.
I don't know what to do but I also know that this isn't something that can be fixed. I just happen to be living in a time in history where humanity is still full of hate and separation.
How the fuck is this supposed to be dealt with?? I don't want to be a virgin anymore!!!! I want what everyone else has experienced; I want a loving relationship. I want what history, art, and women from all throughout time has said is such a wonderful things about being human. I hate that I'm crying over this. I hate this
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karma1love · 5 months
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Just perfect
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Pairing:death the kid x black reader
Warnings:none
Summary:death the kid meets soul sister while he was walking on the street and falls head over heels im love with her because of how perfect she is.
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In the illustrious Death City, the meister known as Death the Kid roamed the streets with his loyal weapons, Liz and Patty Thompson, by his side. Known for his impeccable symmetry and obsession with perfection, Kid was always on the lookout for any asymmetrical disturbances in the world around him.
One day, while Kid was inspecting a suspiciously crooked building, he caught sight of a young black woman with (h/c) knotless braids and captivating (e/c) eyes. She had an air of confidence and a mischievous smile that intrigued Kid. Intrigued by her unique beauty and captivated by her mysterious aura, Kid approached her with his usual charm and precision.
“Excuse me, miss,” Kid said, his voice filled with curiosity, “I couldn't help but notice your presence. Your symmetry is absolutely stunning. Might I inquire as to your name?”
The young woman turned to face him, her smile widening. “My name is Y/N Evans,” she replied. “And who might you be?”
Kid couldn't help but be enamored by her response. An Evans? Could she be related to Kid's close friend, Soul Evans? The thought excited him, and he couldn't help but let his affectionate side shine through.
“I am none other than Death the Kid,” he said, a faint blush coloring his cheeks. “And might I say, Y/N, your presence has brought an extraordinary sense of balance to my world.”
Y/N chuckled softly, finding Kid's obsession with symmetry endearing. As they continued to converse, they discovered that they shared a love for art, philosophy, and, most importantly, a passion for fighting. Time seemed to fly as they discussed their deepest desires and dreams, forming a connection that felt like it was destined to be.
In the following weeks, Kid and Y/N found themselves spending more time together, their bond growing stronger with each passing day. Kid admired Y/N's strength and determination, while Y/N was fascinated by Kid's unwavering dedication to justice and his unique way of seeing the world.
Soul on the other hand was so confused. Why was his sister hanging aloud with kid.
As their friendship blossomed, Kid's feelings for Y/N deepened. He found himself falling head over heels in love with her, captivated by her every movement, every smile, every word. It was as if Y/N was the missing piece in his symmetrical heart.
One fateful day, Kid finally gathered the courage to confess his feelings to Y/N. They were standing at their favorite spot in Death City, overlooking the sunset, its vibrant colors reflecting in their eyes.
“Y/N,” Kid began, his voice filled with a mix of nervousness and determination. “Since the day we met, you've brought so much joy and balance into my life. Your presence, your smile, everything about you… I've fallen deeply in love with you.”
Y/N's eyes widened in surprise, her heart racing. She had grown fond of Kid's eccentricities and his unwavering loyalty, but she never expected him to feel this way. Her face heated up as she searched for the right words to respond.
“Kid,” she whispered, her voice filled with both uncertainty and warmth. “I never thought that someone like you could see me in such a way. Your dedication to justice and your unique perspective on the world have always fascinated me. And now, knowing that you feel the same way… I think I've fallen for you, too.”
A sense of relief washed over Kid as he heard Y/N's response. At that moment, he felt an overwhelming surge of happiness, as if the entire world had aligned perfectly in their favor. They stood there, basking in their newfound love, as the sun dipped below the horizon, leaving behind a sky filled with stars.
Y/n then leaned in and kissed kid on both sides of his cheeks.kid blushed. I'm so happy that I met you, y/n said.
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bootobeneficiary · 5 days
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Confessions from a Former Bird
I came to her as a woman. Wasn’t even her man
I sent an inmate intimate pics…or two
My coochie pics are floating in cyberspace somewhere
I am a second generation Pick Me. I was almost a third generation Baby Mama, shout out to Planned Parenthood!
I took pride in being a ride or dye
I bought “my man” gifts: sneakers, Nike tech sweatsuits, etc.
I would prioritize & cancel all of my plans for the man who only texted me when he wanted to bust a nut.
Why I let this FOOL “borrow” $100? I tried to take this man to court and all! I had to let it go :(
Being the “side chick” was no issue for me (in circumstances where I’m being funded). I took advantage of those opportunities, though not well enough
I was “not like his ex” (meaning I was less “drama” and more “understanding”, i.e. a dummy)
This man’s own uncle told me to stay away from him…and I didn’t listen. Shout out to you Unc!
…. I gave $40 puthy at some point 🤷🏽‍♀️ those cats got fed by selling mine, okay?
I hope you feel seen!
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momentswithmani · 7 months
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I wanted attention from guys based on my looks.
I find it intriguing that I would always talk about wanting quality men around me, and then having FOMO when women get attention from men solely bc of their looks + desire that as much. Then, my question becomes, “how can you create space for quality men, when you desire attention for being pretty?”.
I needed to reevaluate my thought process, and realized it stemmed from childhood wounds of me being seen as undesirable to other guys, since being light skin, mixed, with brown curly hair is all you need to be desirable to them. Anything less would resolve in mistreatment, which I went through in different ways.
My “besties” at the time had that privilege, and were considered beautiful, sexy, pretty, etc. meanwhile, I was considered ugly, bony(skinny), stupid, etc. I needed to unpack all of this, and realized they were being anti black and superficial. I wasn’t always noticed by my peers. It seems like as long as I was physically attractive, looked a certain way as a black girl, got involved in nonsense regarding fighting over guys, or have multiple guys wanting me, I’d be deemed as appealing or interesting. That was never my reality, which resulted in me feeling like I was boring to others.
Those aren’t the men I want attention from, especially if they have no substance nor appreciate women who look like me, or are like me. I’d rather my energy be nurtured by substantial men. I’d rather be celebrated for the entirety of who I am, than to be adored based on numbers, trends, and only looks. I’d rather have a couple men desire the opportunity to experience me, than to create a fetish out of having my attention.
Shout out to my journaling session for being the reason for my openness, honesty, and clarity space.
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inkpot-winters · 1 year
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marauders as little women 2019?
james as laurie, the mirthful poet with a deep yearning for those he loves. sirius as jo, strong willed and unflinching in pursuit of his goals. regulus as amy, consistently overshadowed by the greater than life personality that is his older brother.
regulus besotted with james the moment they laid eyes on each other but being pushed aside in favour of sirius for years. spending his childhood gazing wistfully at the two, jealously admiring the bond between them.
sirius running away from the affluent black family to the potters down the road, leaving regulus behind. effie as marmee, warm and welcoming, enough love in her heart to make every child her own.
james mistaking his love for sirius as romantic, breaking his own heart as regulus watches. sirius running away, again, not knowing how to handle the new strange air between them. meeting remus, as friedrich, the professor with a calming presence and exceptional taste in music.
james falling for regulus, realising that this love is quite different from what he has with sirius. but regulus turns him away at first, refusing to be second place to his brother yet again despite his own feelings. definition of he fell first, but he fell harder.
edit: i have began writing this fic and you can find it linked in my pinned post <3
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bestfriend491 · 11 months
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Hey everyone. 👋🏾🫤
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How are you all doing? 🤍 How has your day been? Have you eaten today? I hope everyone is alright. 🫶🏾
So this is just gonna be a little post to get some much needed things off my chest. I don't want to make it too long but a lot has been weighing on my head over the last week so I can't be too sure. But either way, here we go...
For the past 5 months, I've been blessed to be able to contribute to the Black Panther Fandom on here (specifically the Okoye side of it), and the love that I have received has been tremendously heartwarming and something that I am so grateful for. 🥹💕
Nothing bad has happened in particular, but in light of some things I've seen on here lately regardingthis issue, I think it's time for me to do some sharing. I don't like people knowing my business but I do think that its only fair that people know the bare minimum about me. So here I go ...
I am 15 years old.
By that fact it is clear that I am a minor.
It's not really a big deal, as I have never interacted or created any adult, explicit and 18+ content on here but for the sake of my own sanity and having a clearer head, I think it's best if people know this.
If this fact makes you uncomfortable and you would prefer to no longer read, follow, or interact with my content; that's okay and I wish you well, but I'm still going to be making my fair share of content.
I just don't want people to come to a conclusion about my age now and then have to face backlash and be attacked in 5 years time when people see that I'm barely an adult by then and realise that they were once reading a minor's work.
Again, I want to emphasize how much I have avoided reading, writing, and interacting with grown 18+ content.
I am a child and I know that. I have, however, recklessly followed account's that might not be comfortable with someone my age seeing any of their content (SFW included) but that was at the begining of my tumblr journey and I have done my part in correcting my wrong choices and apologising to the respective people.
I'm really proud of what I have accomplished and pushed myself to do over this past nearly half a year, and because I feel like I've acted quite appropriately (despite the above mentioned) I really don't think that I have done anything wrong because I haven't placed anyone in any potentially risky situations.
Of course, I realise that even with me never writing 18+ content and never plannning to, some people still might decide that it's time to unfollow and again that's completely okay. I really would prefer for you to do what you think is best for you.
I plan to post this weekend and continue posting regularly from then on.
That's all, really.
Bye 👋🏾🥹🤍
(PS.- Keep it cute if you have something to say to me in these comments or in my ask box. I am a soft soul that has easily provocable anxiety but I also have enough self-worth, self-confidence, and intelligence to know that I haven't done anything crucifiable and I won't be verbally assaulted by anyone if they're having a bad day and want to take it out on somebody.)
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starinthemaking · 2 years
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Some takes don’t resonate with me and I’m learning not to take them personally not every self-help/hypergamy blog should be taken at face value you have to craft your ideal self for YOURSELF someone you don’t know shouldn’t have that much control over that. I think it’s really easy for insecure women to fall victim to some of the extreme parts of the self-help and hypergamy community ( because they overlap a lot on tumbler) Like I’ve seen some crazy takes and they always sound the same “ I’ll teach you how to assimilate into the upper echelon of society but you have to change everything about yourself that makes you you and you have to do all this or else you won’t find this hypothetical millionaire/billionaire”. I always find myself rolling my eyes at these kinds of takes because At least for black women who have married into wealthy “elite” circles it seldom takes that much vetting it always seems very genuine. And a lot of these black women are still happily married. It’s weird to promote that you have to be someone of a kind black unicorn when most of the black women who are most talked about in hypergamy circles all have the same qualities. But universally despite all of our achievements BW always has to work extra hard and are far more passionate than all the regular girls in these “hard to penetrate circles” so we stand out more, honestly that successful black women don’t feel the need to compete or be validated in those circles. So when they do marry wealthy men it’s never a marriage of convenience and let’s not act like black women aren’t one of the most desired women so wealthy men liking them publicly should never be a shocker.
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I think black Butler fully delayed me realizing my sexuality for like 3 years. Was not down for any of the men in that show and figured that I must not like men in general.
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briarhips · 1 year
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hiba new years eve news for you!! Just finished (like 30 minutes ago in the car) Rebecca by Du Maurier. i started it bc u mentioned it a few times and i Had to know. currently at a function but i had to tell you Oh it was good. i enjoyed it it was like a croissant to me
Slightly early (at least from where I’m standing) but abundantly happy new year to you Prairie!!! 🌾🍊🏺 I’m delighted to know you liked Rebecca, and that u picked it up bc of me! Genuinely LOVE that book sm, both for being so obviously inspired by Jane Eyre and for being so different. Quick read but haunting and not insubstantial… purposefully sketchy and airy in so many aspects but in a way that turns out to be the book’s primary strength… a croissant is such a perfect thing to liken it to. Total architectural match, I agree 🥐❣️📕
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I’m tired of there being no flexibility in the music industry for black people. Women especially. Whites and Asians have different genres as well as sexiness in pop ect. Black women only fit one box - hyper sexualised. We only have that and nothing else which is a shame. Not every black and mixed little girl wants to twerk or dress sexy. It’s sad.
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uberfemale · 2 years
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Are you thinking about anything illegal?
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whats-in-a-sentence · 26 days
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In January 1349, Ralph of Shrewsbury, the Bishop of Bath and Wells, ordered dying Christians to confess their sins to a layman if no priest was available; and if no layman was available, the patient might confess and receive the last rites from a woman. He said:
The plague . . . has left many parish churches . . . without parson or priest to care for their parishioners . . . Therefore, to provide for the salvation of souls . . . you should at once publicly command and persuade all men that, if they are on the point of death and cannot secure the services of a priest, then they should make confession to each other . . . if no man is present, then even to a woman.
"Normal Women: 900 Years of Making History" - Philippa Gregory
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blackgirlslivingwell · 2 months
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Confessions of Childfree Black Women
While the decision to have children is a personal one, women who voluntarily decide not to have children still face a lot of questioning and judgment from society. There's this assumption that all women want to be mothers, that a woman's life isn't complete unless she has kids. In today's video, we're going to take a look at a few confessions from childfree Black women that are from various social media sources.
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chelleisamazing · 1 year
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Funny thing about getting blackout drunk is when it's 5 days after and you're still finding out stuff you did.
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