Someone recently taught Pat Robertson what ‘the downlow’ is: ‘a phenomenon that apparently is in the African American community’. He appears dumbfounded by this scary black + gay combination. via FourFour

When You're About To Die

Nothing has been scarier than being between a median and a double-semi whose driver decided not to check the blind spot and head on over two lanes to occupy the space you’re in while you’re in it at 2 in the morning while it’s snowing. You don’t honk because you can’t ever seem to when you need to but if you do this dick isn’t going to know where it’s coming from and just might swerve the wrong way and make things worse. So in a split second you decide you’re in this on your own and you put on your left turn signal for reasons you won’t be able to figure out later because that’s so dumb next time don’t bother signaling your death ok? You head toward the median lane with the brake but you start swerving because there’s ice on the ground and you’re going way too fast to be there. You know you’re about to hit the median that now seems a mile high but the truck is half a fucking block long and all you see on the right are a bunch of little lights teasing you like ‘ha ha yes, oh yes, this truck is never going to end and you will die’. But you’re about to hit the concrete at 60 mph so you whisper ‘fuck it’ and decide to head back; if you’re going to die and no one else is on the road you’re going to clip this fucker because FUCK HIM..at the very least he’ll realize what he’s done and it’ll hurt his career. If you’re lucky you may spin so that the median hits the passenger side instead of yours. But somehow the truck ends inches from your bumper and you slow down to get back in the median lane and stop. This all happens in 5-10 seconds. Time is relative and about-to-die-before-you-got-to-see-Bjork-in-concert time is really fucking long.

Life doesn’t flash before your eyes because your focus is on the little details surrounding your pending death; there are tons of lights, all the yellows, oranges and reds intensify and it’s suddenly way too bright, perhaps this was the light? You inexplicably take off your right glove. You shiver. Then you finish singing the Joanna Newsom song that is ending because you can’t waste it; you appreciate that Good Intentions Paving Company would have been a great song to die to. You rub your eyes clear of tears. You get back on the road and wonder if you actually did die so you pinch yourself like in the movies. You do!

When you get home your cat is unusually happy to see you and it creeps you out. You think about the last people you saw and are glad you hugged them (I’m glad I hugged you, Jen). You think about making a bucket list. You think about making a fuckit list. You think about making a will. You think about getting things worth putting in your will. You realize 90% of the shit you worry about isn’t worth it and that you should learn to think about that episode of Roseanne where Darlene writes ‘To Whom It Concerns’ the next time you worry about your body image or to think about how great Badu’s upcoming album is going to be, like a handful of bucks, when you find yourself thinking of how shitty someone you don’t talk to anymore is.

And then because you’re 20-something you blog about it.

newsweek:soupsoup: Briliiant use of contextual content: Whose pocket is this elected official in? The Sunlight Foundation is showing top campaign contributors next to the speakers when they appear on the Health Care Reform feed.

newsweek:soupsoup:

Briliiant use of contextual content:

Whose pocket is this elected official in?

The Sunlight Foundation is showing top campaign contributors next to the speakers when they appear on the Health Care Reform feed.

8 Black Gays You Will Meet In Your Lifetime

thegang:

this is basically a hot, boiling, scorching, torching mess - but it will make you laugh. (via novaslim)

Tweeting The Abortion Process

Angie the Anti-Theist, already a mother, is live-blogging/tweeting her process of abortion to demystify it for others. She is of course getting a lot of hate mail, which is scary because she’s not doing this anonymously.

Rep. Anthony Weiner (D) says, for the record, the Republican party is wholly owned by the insurance company. They whine, make him agree to retract his statement, he does and then immediately says it again except enhanced, clearer and with more passion. via GQ

“War erodes one’s regard for human life. Soldiers cause or witness so many deaths and disappearances that it becomes routine. It becomes an accepted part of existence. After a while, you can begin to lose regard for your own life as well. So many around you have already died, why should it matter if you go next? This is why so many soldiers self-destruct when they return from a deployment.”
Cpt. Shannon P. Meehan, NYT: Distant Wars, Constant Ghosts
Check cashing place, streetlamps, El, graffiti. I object to the NY-style fire escape though. Ours are typically in the back, where they should be. via fuckkyeahchicago: submitted by Emily B. Chicago according to South Park hahhah!!

Check cashing place, streetlamps, El, graffiti. I object to the NY-style fire escape though. Ours are typically in the back, where they should be.

via fuckkyeahchicago:

submitted by Emily B. Chicago according to South Park hahhah!!

“That most black Americans have not been to Africa, do not speak an indigenous African language, and/or cannot trace their ancestral line to a particular tribe or region is beside the point. The “African” in African American is not that grounded; it is does not signify the particularities of Africa. Instead, the “African” in African America refers to a very distinct historical process of acculturation, trauma, and community building.”
Why ‘African American’ IS the Most Accurate Term
redorangeorangeonred: modern wing tagged.  .  .click thru for source and article

redorangeorangeonred:

modern wing tagged.  .  .click thru for source and article