Today In History Whitney Elizabeth Houston was born on August 9, 1963, in Newark, New Jersey. Houston almost seemed destined from birth to become a singer. Her mother Cissy Houston and cousin Dionne Warwick were both legendary figures in American gospel, soul and pop music. Whitney Houston was one of the greatest global artist of a life time, whose first four albums, released between 1985 and 1992, amassed global sales in excess of 86 million copies. Hits such as “Saving All My Love for You,” “How Will I Know,” “I Wanna Dance With Somebody,” “I Will Always Love You,” and “It’s Not Right But It’s Okay,” just to name a few. CARTER™️ Magazine carter-mag.com #wherehistoryandhiphopmeet #historyandhiphop365 #cartermagazine #carter #staywoke #whitneyhouston #blackhistorymonth #blackhistory #history https://www.instagram.com/p/ChCK7RYu8tz/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
During #BlackHistoryMonth, we're honoring queer youth MAKING history!
When it comes to asexual activism, Yasmin Benoit is leading the charge.
She says her purpose is to “make things a little easier for asexual and aromantic people - specifically Black people on those spectrums.” 🖤🤍💜
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𝙗𝙖𝙠𝙪𝙜𝙤 𝙭 𝙗𝙡𝙖𝙘𝙠! 𝙗𝙞𝙢𝙗𝙤! 𝙛!
“Cmon dumbass. No one cares about your big ass eyelashes.” Katsuki tells you, plopping on your bed.
“but ‘tsukiii everyone’s gonna care! I gotta look pretty!” You explain to him, setting down your lip liner. “you should only care about looking pretty for me.” He pouts, laying on your bed. “of course i wants to look good for you ‘tsuki! i just wanna look pretty when i go out!” you finally finished your makeup, putting on your heels and grabbing your purse on the way out.
“i have no idea why you would wanna dress like that.” he mutters, he would hate to admit all the times he’s jacked off to the pictures you post on instagram. “because ‘tsuki its pretty! and don’t you think i look pretty too?” you question, trying to catch up with him. there was a silence before he answered. “psh.. of course i think you look good.” he says, shoving his hands in his pockets, noticeably slowing down so you can catch up. Somehow you get in front of him and everytime you sway your hips your panties show just a bit, but enough for someone to see. “pull that goddamn skirt down. everyone can see your panties.” he tells you. “oh..well it’s fine i don’t think anyones gonna look anyways baby! nothing to be worried about!” you comfort him — looking in your phone camera fixing your eyelashes. “everyone’s gonna look. you know that.” you can hear the base in his voice rise. “no reason to get mad ‘tsuki! just blast em away!” you put away your phone and the two of you finally get to the park. seeing about two other couples on the benches, you and katsuki sit on the swings. “see ‘tsuki! nothin to be worried about!” you swing higher and you see katsuki dragging off his swing and standing in front of you. “hm? what’s wrong katsu?” you stop your swing to look back at him. “hm..just keep swinging.” he hums and goes back on his swing this seems a bit odd, but hey you didn’t mind one bit. soon enough one of the boys from the bench you saw earlier came up to you with a girl behind him. “hi!” you greet them, a toothy grin on your face. “hey. uhh, my girlfriend said she’s not comfortable with your skirt. could you pull it down?” he asked, blush dusted his face. “huh? my skirt? oh. i cant! it’s like this,sorry!” you say, swinging without a care in the world. “well pull it the fuck down whore.” the girl who was previously behind him calls out.“a whore? this is just what i like to wear!” you continue swinging and you can see bakugo hop off his swing, now standing tall with his hands in his pockets. “yeah a whore! i’m assuming this is your boyfriend here huh? he knows you walk around like a slut?” she teases, paying bakugo no mind, he does not like this at all. “callin’ my girlfriend a slut? you have some nerve. walking around with those shorts? not like there’s anything to see.” he fights for you, looking down on the girl. “yeah a whore. look at how she’s dressed! just begging to be looked at.” she shouts, this is when you finally understand what’s going on. “you’re one to talk. not like there’s much to see anyways. i doubt anyone would even look in your direction.” he smirks and walks back to his swing, hearing footsteps getting farther and farther. “what was that about ‘tsuki? i don’t think i look like a whore.” you say finally jumping off your swing. “no baby. you don’t look like a whore. just cmon.” you could hear his voice getting softer, same with his facial expressions. “okay!” you held his hand, walking back home. finally getting to the stoop, you can tell katsukis getting rougher with you, throwing you into the house, pushing you into your room. yet, you didn’t mind at all. “get on the fucking bed and pull that fucking skirt down. now.” he demands, pulling down his pants and discarding them to the side. as soon as he saw your skirt off he yanked your lacy panties to the side and shoved two fingers into your cunt. “ahh..fuck..’tsuki too much..” you moan, biting your lip. “ ’𝘁𝘀𝘂𝗸𝗶 𝘁𝗼𝗼 𝗺𝘂𝗰𝗵’ shut the fuck up.” he mocks you, picking up the pace. “nu uh..don’t..m-mock me..” you say arching your back. “gonna cum already? not with the getup you were wearing. flip around.” and with that he retracted his fingers while you flipped on the bed. you knew what was going to happen, spankings. “hmm how many should i go for? 5…10….15? yeah 15 should teach you a lesson.”
This is Polly Jackson from the 19th century.
She was once enslaved, but managed to escape after she could no longer take the brutal working conditions that was forced upon her since birth and well into her old age. Like many others, Polly escaped slavery via the Underground Railroad and settled in Ripley, Ohio.
She dedicated the rest of her life to helping others win their freedom by opening up her home and feeding those who either came to Ohio to settle or those who just needed some rest before continuing further up north.
During this time, anti-abolitionists had set up what was called the reverse underground railroad, which was a practice of kidnapping not only the enslaved that had managed to escape, but also those who were already free. The reverse underground railroad operated for 85 years from 1780 to 1865.
Polly would deliberately dress herself to appear as a weaker older lady in order to fool the anti-abolitionists who typically were not interested in capturing older people. Her weapon of choice was a butcher knife, which she hid under her clothes and a kettle of boiling water. Aunt Polly was able to successfully fight off several slave catchers while working along the Underground Railroad.
DINKA | SOUTH SUDAN
"At puberty a dinka male receives a namesake ox after which he is named. he believes that he and the animal are one being. from calfhood he trains its horns into beautiful lyre shapes, and emulates them with his arms as he walks."
More images, videos and information about the history, customs and traditions of the Dinka can be found on "Africa Online Museum"
Image by African Ceremonies: Angela Fisher & Carol Beckwith
Maya Angelou by Marcia Annor for Black History Month.
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The Warrior Princess and the Mother of Mossi Kingdom (modern day Burkina Faso) in West Africa.
Princess Yennenga was the beloved daughter of the Dagomba king, Nedega, who ruled in the 12th century. Not only was she beautiful, she was also a cultural icon and a warrior. At just 14, she fought against the neighbouring kingdom, the Malinkes.
Not only did she have excellent skills with javelins, spears and bows, she also commanded her own battalion. Her prowess as a horsewoman and as a fighter made her revered by all and loved some more by her father.
Yennenga ran away from home after her father refused to let her get married. He wanted her to be a warrior but she wanted a different fate. During her sojourn, she was fought with the Malinkes, fell in love a man named Riale, and birthed a son called Ouedraogo.
Ouedraogo, upon reaching adulthood, left his parents home and travelled north, where he formed the kingdom of Tenkodogo, which is considered the cradle of the Mossi Kingdoms.
It is for this reason that Yennenga is called the mother of the Mossi people. She has been honoured with a number of statues and roads have been named after her in Burkina Faso. The Burkinabe national football team is called Les Étalons (The Stallions) after Yennenga's famous horse.
La princesa guerrera y la madre del Reino Mossi (en la actualidad Burkina Faso) en África Occidental.
La princesa Yennenga era la amada hija de un rey Dagomba, llamado Nedega, quién gobernó durante el sigo XII. No solo era hermosa, sino que también era un símbolo cultura y una guerrera. Con tan solo catorce años de edad, peleó contra el reino vecino, los Malinkes.
No solo tenía excelente destreza con las jabalinas, lanzas y arcos, ella también comandaba su propio batallón. Su valor como una amazona y guerra, hizo que todos la veneraran y también hizo que fuera un poco más amada por su padre.
Yennenga se escapó de casa cuando su padre no le permitió casarse. Él quería que ella fuera una guerrera, pero ella quería un destino diferente. Durante su estadía, mientras que peleaba con los Malinkes, conoció a un hombre llamado Riale y dio a luz a un hijo llamado Ouedraogo.
Ouedraogo, al alcanzar la adultez, dejó el hogar de sus madres y viajó hacia el norte, donde formó el Reino Tenkodogo, que es considerado la cuna de los reinos Mossi.
Este es el motivo por el cual a Yennenga se le llama la madre de la gente Mossi. Ha sido honrada con varias estatuas y varias calles en Burkina Faso han sido nombradas en su honor. El equipo nacional de fútbol de Burkina se llama Les Étalons (Los Caballos Sementales) debido al famoso caballo de Yennenga.
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Celebration of Black History
Alain Leroy Locke (September 13, 1885 – June 9, 1954) was an American writer, philosopher, educator, and patron of the arts. Distinguished in 1907 as the first African-American Rhodes Scholar, Locke became known as the philosophical architect —the acknowledged "Dean"— of the Harlem Renaissance. He is frequently included in listings of influential African Americans. On March 19, 1968, the Rev. Dr. Martin Luther King Jr. proclaimed: "We're going to let our children know that the only philosophers that lived were not Plato and Aristotle, but W. E. B. Du Bois and Alain Locke came through the universe."
Locke was gay and may have encouraged and supported other Gay African Americans who were part of the Harlem Renaissance. Given the discriminatory laws against it, he was not fully open about his orientation. He referred to it as a point of "vulnerable/invulnerability", representing an area of both risk and strength.
Photograph by Gordon Parks, 1941, Chicago, Illinois.
only katsuki bakugo whose s/o tears up on their nth time cumming and all he can do is brush your hair out your face to see your beautiful melanated skin.
only ‘suki who coos at you when he sees tears rolling down your cheeks.
‘one more … you can do it f’me cant you?..’
‘awe my baby gettin’ close ?’
‘take it… i know you can …’
he loves his pretty lil crybaby <3
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