Vintage Ebony Burlesque

there isnt enough black representation on tumblr… im glad im seeing a post like this

I need the third one from the bottom


*fans self*

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#IfTheyGunnedMeDown Confronts How Minority Deaths Are Portrayed In Media

Following the fatal shooting of an unarmed black teen on Saturday, and the ensuing media portrayal of his death, Twitter expressed outrage in the form of a hashtag: #IfTheyGunnedMeDown

this is currently my favorite post on tumblr.

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what do you call a sphere full of idiots


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“I think a lot of people don’t understand that when we talk about these issues—blackface, rape jokes, the appropriation of marginalized cultures, and so on—we are having an ethical conversation, not a legal one. There is no thought police. No one’s coming to your house and carting you off to Insensitivity Prison. But you, as a person living on this planet, get to make a choice whether you want to hurt people or help people. Whether you want to listen or shut people out. I can’t imagine why you’d choose “defensive shithead” over “nice lady capable of empathy,” but okey dokey.”


We should teach young boys to respect women, but we should also teach young girls to respect women. Women should not see each other as enemies, but as allies. Stop telling young girls that the best they can be is “not like other girls”.

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“I am a feminist. I’ve been female for a long time now. I’d be stupid not to be on my own side.”
Maya Angelou (via perfect)

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Robert Plant || Led Zeppelin || Rock god

From the March 2008 Playboy - The Sex and Music Issue

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“Everything invites (the female child) to abandon herself in daydreams to men’s arms in order to be transported into a heaven of glory. She learns that to be happy she must be loved; to be loved she must await love’s coming. Woman is the Sleeping Beauty, Cinderella, Snow White, she who receives and submits. In song and story the young man is seen departing adventurously in search of a woman; he slays the dragon, he battles giants; she is locked in a tower, a palace, a garden, a cave, she is chained to a rock, a captive, sound asleep: she waits. Thus the supreme necessity for woman is to charm a masculine heart; intrepid and adventurous though they may be, it is the recompense to which all heroines aspire; and most often no quality is asked of them other than their beauty. It is understandable that the care of her physical appearance should become for the young girl a real obsession; be they princesses or shepherdesses, they must always be pretty in order to obtain love and happiness. Frequently the beautiful young creatures, with a glorious future in store, are seen at first as victims; the stories of Genevieve of Brabant, of Griselda, are not so simple as they seem; love and suffering are disquietingly mingled in them; woman assures her most delicious triumphs by first falling into the depths of abjection, whether God or a man is concerned, the little girl learns that she will become all-powerful through deepest resignation: she takes delight in a masochism that promises supreme conquests. St Blandine, her white body blood-streaked under the lion’s claws, Snow White laid out as if dead in a glass coffin, the Beauty asleep, the fainting Atala, a whole flock of delicate heroines bruised, passive, wounded, kneeling, humiliated, demonstrate to their young sister the fascinating prestige of martyred, deserted, resigned beauty. It need not astonish us that while her brother plays the hero, the young girl quite willingly plays the martyr: pagans throw her to the lions, Bluebeard drags her by the hair, her husband, the King, exiles her to forest depths; she submits, she suffers, she dies, and her head wears the halo of glory.”
— Simone de Beauvoir, The Second Sex (via mein-verlornes-kind)