Or the train. Or the Office. Basically everywhere.
professional-professional said: Would you like it in the vag or ass when I rape you?
At least now that I disabled Anonymous asks, your own face is attached to your pitiful hatemail.
And if you recognize this ugly mug, shoot me a name!
ETA: He’s been tracked down.
HIS NAME IS BRANDON BAYARD AND HE LIVES IN SUPERIOR, WISCONSIN.
Reblog the shit out of this so it shows up on every background search done by every guy trying to hire him ever.
REBLOGGING THIS ALWAYS, FUCK THIS PIECE OF SHIT
Ferguson is sixty-seven per cent black, but fifty of its fifty-three police officers are white. In Comment, Jelani Cobb reflects on disenfranchisement, disillusionment, and the protests following Michael Brown’s death.
Illustration by Tom Bachtell.
It’s so ironic how black queer people are the bedrock, the cradle, the spirit, the flash, the noise, and the music of the Black Church and yet, their silence and invisibility is demanded by the selfsame institution.
The Black Church, without black queer people, would merely be a house of morbidity, shed skins of snakes, and organs all played in the wrong key.
As I struggle with rebuilding a relationship, this is what I long for.