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kingtexas: Angie . Gagosian Gallery . NYC . 2013

Sun, 19 May 2013 12:04:30 -0400

Angie . Gagosian Gallery . NYC . 2013

kingtexas: for the last couple of months. the constant battle...

Sun, 19 May 2013 12:04:24 -0400

for the last couple of months. the constant battle with grief and gender identity almost made me give up multiple times. sometimes, I would find myself at 3AM scrolling through some medium of social media, and I would often bump into the process of Toyin Odutola. There was something about seeing an incomplete piece that resonated with me, because I was incomplete myself. And, when i attended her opening today.. i experienced completeness. I experienced memories of those who have passed away within the last couple of months, i experienced my identity as a male, i experienced my fear, my doubt, my blackness. Now… I stand here, ready to begin my transition, and preparing for a new journey. This is so deeply imbedded into the history of the soil we stand on, and deeply rooted into my veins. I will never forget the art that brought me to the well needed change I’ve embraced today.

I am working on projects with a couple of amazing human beings in order for others to not feel so lonely in their own process. I’ve never felt so completely open to sharing my life, despite the possibilities of losing friends, family, peers. However, that will only happen in scarce amounts because I’m surrounded by open, beautiful, intelligent, free individuals.. that love that kid for who he is.

Thank you @obia_thethird for the constant inspiration and congrats on the opening. We LIVE!

artbyfola: “Untitled” 2013 Art by Folasade (c)

Fri, 03 May 2013 16:27:44 -0400

artbyfola:

“Untitled”

2013

Art by Folasade

(c)

"immigrants, poor people, queer people of color, disabled folks, women (esp trans women of color) and..."

Fri, 03 May 2013 16:09:34 -0400

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immigrants, poor people, queer people of color, disabled folks, women (esp trans women of color) and gender-nonconforming folks if you are in academia and you don’t feel smart enough, remember that you are in the playground and training grounds of the elite. academia was not designed to include you. you are surviving something that has been systemically designed to exclude you in order to keep power in the hands of white, middle class, able bodied cis-men.

knowing this, don’t let academia train you to believe that elitism is the right way to make it through school. you can learn shit, hold the knowledge of your people in your heart, discard shame for your humble beginnings and/or marginalized identities. move through this experience knowing that the changes it offers you don’t have to include accepting academic elitism, inaccessible language or superiority. you can can simultaneously own the privilege that comes with being college educated and connections to your roots. academia does not have to kill your spirit.

”

- fabian romero- indigenous immigrant queer boi writer, facilitator and community organizer (via jatigi)

kingtexas: Her soul is like being at the highest point....

Fri, 03 May 2013 14:13:31 -0400

kingtexas:

Her soul is like being at the highest point. breathing in and breathing out.. thinking to yourself, “I am free to be me.” This was my photo/talk session with this beautiful, talented, magical person.
Thank you.
@rurujungle for B LAC KNESS (at Kale Kastle)

kingtexas: SOL . Brooklyn, NY (Kale Kastle) . 2013 Sol is a...

Sun, 28 Apr 2013 23:55:59 -0400

kingtexas:

SOL . Brooklyn, NY (Kale Kastle) . 2013

Sol is a hip hop artist from Seattle, Washington. Sol left the United States on a ten month globe-trotting hiatus as part of the Bonderman Honors Travel Fellowship he was awarded at the University of Washington.

“Why I’m coming home (an open letter)

I’ve been around the globe. India, Ethiopia, Uganda, Tanzania, South Africa, Brasil, Colombia, Trinidad & Tobago, Jamaica, and finally my maternal homeland of Haiti. Ten counties in ten months, and the door is open to a world I’ve only partially discovered. This has been the most exciting year of my life! I’ve trekked into jungles miles away from the nearest human, settled in cosmopolitan labyrinths making dear friends and developing daily routines, I’ve been sucked in by paradise tropical islands on more than one continent, been touched by people and various struggles of the greatest importance and in desperate need of support, and fell for girls in more than one country, yet still… I’m coming home. Back to work.

It was 14 years ago that I wrote my first rhyme. More than half a lifetime has passed since then and the feeling music gives me is still the same. Art has always come naturally for me, even before I could read or write I was drawing, painting, and improvising music while other kids were playing outside. But it wasn’t until I first heard my voice on a recording, and when I stepped on stage, that I knew what my calling was. I could see the power in words and how the stage could be used as a platform not just to elevate the artist with the microphone but the people who surrounded him, soaking in the music.

I have been blessed with your support. An ever-growing following of people who enjoy my music, and value what I have to say. Few people are given this opportunity, and I view it as a privilege and treat it as a responsibility.
Everywhere I have gone on this spectacular journey I have connected with people through music. Strangers have turned to friends through shared rhythm and rhyme. I was welcomed into spiritual ceremonies in East Africa, brought on stage at Carnival in Brasil, welcomed in the studios and homes of internationally respected artists as well as unsung heroes and geniuses; all the while not-so-quietly soaking in my surroundings like a musical sponge.

However, all the while home was calling. My life and career back in the US was never far from my heart, and I spent many hours on long train, plane, bus and boat rides writing rhymes and thinking about my people back home. My responsibility to share and educate, and bring people together. I spent the first part of my career sharing… My life, my story, Yours Truly. Then I needed to further educate myself on life beyond my world. And now I head home, humbly ready to share my new vision.

Expect new music, new ideas, and more shows in new places. The Zilla is back.

I missed y’all.

Yours Truly,
Sol”

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Sun, 28 Apr 2013 21:45:18 -0400

"It’s not that I can’t fall in love. It’s really that I can’t help falling in love with too many..."

Sun, 28 Apr 2013 21:44:59 -0400

“It’s not that I can’t fall in love. It’s really that I can’t help falling in love with too many things all at once. So, you must understand why I can’t distinguish between what’s platonic and what isn’t, because it’s all too much and not enough at the same time.”

- (via bechase)

lensblr-network: Il n’y a rien comme Montmartre sous la...

Sun, 28 Apr 2013 21:44:30 -0400

lensblr-network:

Il n’y a rien comme Montmartre sous la neige.

by Johannes Laukeland Fester Sunde (jlfs.tumblr.com)

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Sun, 28 Apr 2013 21:44:16 -0400

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Sun, 28 Apr 2013 21:43:37 -0400

sebastiankmtco: Me in a year. Just watch me. -Sebas’ the...

Sun, 28 Apr 2013 21:41:32 -0400

sebastiankmtco:

Me in a year. Just watch me. -Sebas’

the homie, taj reed

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Sun, 28 Apr 2013 21:40:05 -0400

couscousqueen: historicporn: The lynching of Jesse...

Sun, 28 Apr 2013 21:39:16 -0400

couscousqueen:

historicporn:

The lynching of Jesse Washington.

Washington was beaten with shovels and bricks,was castrated, and his ears were cut off. A tree supported the iron chain that lifted him above the fire. Jesse attempted to climb up the skillet hot chain. For this, the men cut off his fingers.

Jesse was 15.

1916.

I don’t know if I want to cry or throw up

Look at their fucking faces in the background

I hate them.

abstractelements: untitled, chicago 2013

Sun, 28 Apr 2013 21:37:59 -0400

abstractelements:

untitled, chicago 2013

meloxtra: GOD: WHITE PEARLS ON A BLACK BODY

Sun, 28 Apr 2013 21:37:20 -0400

meloxtra:

GOD: WHITE PEARLS ON A BLACK BODY

"Hurt people hurt people. That’s how pain patterns gets passed on, generation after generation after..."

Sun, 28 Apr 2013 21:36:23 -0400

“Hurt people hurt people. That’s how pain patterns gets passed on, generation after generation after generation. Break the chain today. Meet anger with sympathy, contempt with compassion, cruelty with kindness. Greet grimaces with smiles. Forgive and forget about finding fault. Love is the weapon of the future.”

- Yehuda Berg (via creatingaquietmind)

occluding: love (by ryanjamescaruthers)

Sun, 28 Apr 2013 21:35:38 -0400

occluding:

love (by ryanjamescaruthers)

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Sun, 28 Apr 2013 21:35:14 -0400

tempuros: The Antiques Market

Sun, 28 Apr 2013 21:34:41 -0400

tempuros:

The Antiques Market