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Un poco de arte Zapatista…. resistencia de una sociedad injusta
FUCK PATRIARCHY; FUCK CAPITALISM…
Posted on May 19, 2013 via Micha/: with 30 notes
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When I speak of a Sovereign Erotic, I’m speaking of an erotic whole- ness healed and/or healing from the historical trauma that First Nations people continue to survive, rooted within the histories, traditions, and resistance struggles of our nations. I am in agreement with Audre Lorde when she writes,“Our erotic knowledge empowers us, becomes a lens through which we scrutinize all aspects of our existence, forcing us to evaluate those aspects honestly in terms of their relative meaning in our lives”. I do not see the erotic as a realm of personal consequence only. Our relationships with the erotic impact our larger com- munities, just as our communities impact our senses of the erotic. A Sovereign Erotic relates our bodies to our nations, traditions, and histories.
Qwo-Li Driskill, Stolen From Our Bodies: First Nations Two-Spirits/Queers and the Journey to a Sovereign Erotic
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Man uses American flag to assault civil rights activist.
1976.American politics in one image.
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Posted on May 16, 2013 via History Porn with 10,299 notes
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Mural, Falls Road, Belfast, 1983 – “Solidarity between women in armed struggle”; women militants of (from left to right) Palestine Liberation Organisation, Cumann an mBan (women’s section of Irish Republican Army) and Southwest African People’s Organisation (Namibia), contained within women’s symbol.
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Posted on May 11, 2013 via على هذه الأرض ما يستحق الحي with 492 notes
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white parts of me that i like
I love my India!! Yeh Mera India!
In 2nd grade I performed one of my favorite Bollywood songs at a talent show in what I now understand is…drag…
After the entire auditorium laughed at my ass:
My mom told me that she loved me– the way that
Indians tend to: no words,
Just the chai ready on the stove
Hissing and frothing like the brownest parts of us
We sipped together without speaking
The warmth in our chests loosely translates into ‘family’ in EnglishA couple of weeks ago I wore a dress and for the first time it didn’t feel like drag,
I’ve never felt so comfortable in my own body than in rainbow lace, and bows, betch
I was serving some little house on the prairie realness
Some gurl come over to my house let’s play Oregon trail, our damn wagon is broken down but…AT LEAST WE ARE STILL FABULOUS! realness.
I called my mom to tell her the news
Except this time there was no warmth in her silenceShe tells me that I need to be
More quiet, less visible
More family, less individual.
Mom
I think you are right.
There are parts of me that are becoming white in this country and I think that I like it.Me, the boy who will go to poetry shows and say fuck white supremacy,
and do it by crawling home after into bed with a white man
The same man whose smile gives me more affirmation than your phone calls
The same man whose cum on my face works something like a skin whitening cream
Whose dick in my ass works something like a plunger:
Pulling out the brown parts of me
SlowlyI have been taught to pledge allegiance to the American fag:
Who has told me that coming out means leaving you
And this family and our culture
Means wearing this dress and thinking that it’s radical politics
Is feeling liberation for myself only and thinking that it is enoughMom, let me apologize
With a cup of chai
I have forgotten the recipe
But you can help me remember
How the white grains of sugar you drop in our mugs
Becomes brown when you stir hard enough
The perseverance of our people
How your fierceness
Does not need requite lace and makeup
But rather love and masala
I am twenty one years old and I am still refusing
to be a man because
I just want to be half the Indian woman you are
So maybe you can teach me how to tie a sari this time
So maybe we can cry together this time
And our tears will be what we needed to make this recipe
Just right
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Posted on May 9, 2013 via Pheasantries with 11 notes
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Egyptian artist, Alaa Awad
Women of Egypt, Rise!
Oil on canvas
140 x 200 cm
2012Posted on May 7, 2013 via Saudade with 73 notes
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Maya Women reversing that White Settler-Colonial Gaze.
exotic white ppl we see u
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Posted on May 6, 2013 via Nepantla with 3,534 notes
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Posted on May 6, 2013 via social science with 1,250 notes
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Plays: 16
this is the 21st century and we need to redefine r/evolution. this planet needs a people’s r/evolution. a humanist r/evolution. r/evolution is not about bloodshed or about going to the mountains and fighting. we will fight if we are forced to but the fundamental goal of r/evolution must be peace.
we need a r/evolution of the mind. we need a r/evolution of the heart. we need a r/evolution of the spirit. the power of the people is stronger than any weapon. a people’s r/evolution can’t be stopped. we need to be weapons of mass construction. weapons of mass love. it’s not enough just to change the system. we need to change ourselves. we have got to make this world user friendly. user friendly.
are you ready to sacrifice to end world hunger. to sacrifice to end colonialism. to end neo-colonialism. to end racism. to end sexism.
r/evolution means the end of exploitation. r/evolution means respecting people from other cultures. r/evolution is creative.
r/evolution means treating your mate as a friend and an equal. r/evolution is sexy.
r/evolution means respecting and learning from your children. r/evolution is beautiful.
r/evolution means protecting the people. the plants. the animals. the air. the water. r/evolution means saving this planet.
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To live in the unhomely world, to find its ambivalencies and ambiguities enacted in the house of fiction, or its sundering and splitting performed in the work of art, is also to affirm a profound desire for social solidarity: ‘I am looking for the join …I want to join … I want to join.’
Homi Bhabha, The Location of CulturePosted on May 4, 2013 via wolves evolve with 7 notes
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FEMALE WORKERS OF ALL LANDS BE BEAUTIFUL. (Egyptian Surrealism)
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Posted on May 1, 2013 via Clayton Cubitt Every Day with 250 notes
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She the Question, Spaceship Womyn
-Chitra Ganesh
From her gallery Flickering Myths






