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"It is fashionable to suggest that cyberspace is some kind of “island of the blessed” where people are free to indulge and express their individuality….this is not true….I have seen many people spill out their guts on-line, and I did so myself until I began to see that I had commodified myself. Commodification means that you turn something into a product which has a money-value. In the nineteenth century, commodities were made in factories….by workers who were mostly exploited. But I created my interior thoughts as commodities for the corporations that owned the board I was posting to….like Compuserve or AOL….and that commodity was then sold on to other consumer entities as entertainment. That means that I sold my soul like a tennis shoe and I derived no profit from the sale of my soul….Cyberspace is a black hole. It absorbs energy and personality and then re-presents it as an emotional spectacle."

— Carmen Hermosillo (via stillunusual)

MY WORLD HAS JUST BEEN ROCKED.

Wow.

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Fear of a Black God – Renee Cox’s Yo Mama’s Last Supper
by Shantrelle Lewis

The racialized, Eurocentric homo-gendered iconography of Catholicism automatically coerces someone existing outside of that spectrum to naturally experience isolation and distancing. This is especially probable for a Black girl child who wondered why nowhere in the Catholic Cathedrals where she genuflected, did she see an image of God in the form of sculpture, oil painting, or stain glass window that looked anything remotely like herself.

What happens then, when that same little Black girl, with Jamaican roots and upper-middle class upbringing, interacts with those negating images? She grows up into a Black woman, or most notably, a “rude gyal” with an attitude, who would thirty-something years later unabashedly confront that iconography, in the form of a series entitled Yo Mama. Although according to Genesis 1:26, God created (wo)man in the image of Him(her)self, nowhere in Christian texts could be found a brown skin God with the face of a girl child from the Diaspora. That is not until Renee Cox decided to photograph herself nude as Jesus surrounded by 12 fully-clothed male disciples, all of them Black with the exception of Judas, who was white, and titled the 5-paneled piece Yo Mama’s Last Supper.  [Continue reading.]

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"I am, somehow, less interested in the weight and convolutions of Einstein’s brain than in the near certainty that people of equal talent have lived and died in cotton fields and sweatshops."

Steven J. Gould born on this day in 1941. Gould was an American Marxist paleontologist, writer, theorist of “punctuated equilibrium” evolution

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‘i loved you more than anyone motherfucker’

‘i loved you more than anyone motherfucker’

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"So why is [Sex and the City] so often portrayed as a set of empty, static cartoons, an embarrassment to womankind? It’s a classic misunderstanding, I think, stemming from an unexamined hierarchy: the assumption that anything stylized (or formulaic, or pleasurable, or funny, or feminine, or explicit about sex rather than about violence, or made collaboratively) must be inferior."

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Do not touch your body with bad intentions. Rub your belly when it is full. Stroke your soft skin. Hug yourself, even if it’s silly, because it feels nice. Pleasure yourself. Do not touch your body with bad intentions. Do not pinch at the fat on your stomach. Do not scratch at your skin. Do not hate the shell you’re encased in.

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And this is why women must seek her for themselves, and within themselves.  Finding the pinnacle of my own passion and lust and how it translates into my life is the path I am on.

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And this is why women must seek her for themselves, and within themselves.
Finding the pinnacle of my own passion and lust and how it translates into my life is the path I am on.

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