A male friend of mine that develops AAA games told me, “When a woman criticizes me, it goes to a different part of my brain than when a man on my team does. I get defensive really quickly. I’m trying to get better about it.” I don’t think his is a unique experience.

We live in a society that’s sexist in ways it doesn’t understand. One of the consequences is that men are extremely sensitive to being criticized by women. I think it threatens them in a very primal way, and male privilege makes them feel free to lash out.

This is why women are socialized to carefully dance around these issues, disagreeing with men in an extremely gentle manner. Not because women are nicer creatures than men. But because our very survival can depend on it.


in your imaginations, the right response for me is to fucking bow down to whatever identity any of your random strange asses assigns me.

your imagination thinks im fuckin subordinate and forgets i exist unless youre shitting on me.

your imagination is colonial and antiblack misogynist as fuck.

you dont go harrass big black men.

you dont harrass people cuttin your checks.

you save your policing for people who have never been able to crack your skull en masse.

youre fucking cowards.



everyones indignant when i dont let them define me.
“youre not black”
“youre not latina”
“you are black and french”
“youre mixed”
“youre just black”
“you cant be indigenous”
“youre taina”
“you cant say dominican, only black”
“you cant say black, only dominican”

according to you, my…

Before you say yes, get him angry. See him scared, see him wanting, see him sick. Stress changes a person. Find out if he drinks and if he does, get him drunk - you’ll learn more about his sober thoughts. Discover his addictions. See if he puts you in front of them. You can’t change people, baby girl. If they are made one way, it doesn’t just wear off. If you hate how he acts when he’s out of it now, you’re going to hate it much worse eight years down the road. You might love him to bits but it doesn’t change that some people just don’t fit.
inkskinned, “My father’s recipe for the man I should marry”  (via bl-ossomed)





The ‘Negro Motorists Green Book’ provided information on which hotels, gas stations and restaurants would serve African American customers


At the time it was published, this was essential information for the rising African American middle-class. Segregation of public transport made…

Just saw this really interesting indicator of what it was like to travel during the Jim Crow South as Black person.