KONY 2012 - Humanity Binds Together

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MC Jazz - Hip Hop Horray!

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Beauty's Muse

Over 2 years you have stood by my side. At least 100 days each year I have not been easy, plain or simple. I am over-emotional, I get stressed easily and as you know, I love without reservation and forget to reserve the copyright on my hearts stamp. When I am angry or moody I hide in my shell, only the irritating way a Cancer can. I dismiss you when you reach for me, trying to gently slip your firm hands to cover my my own. Sometimes I can be such a baby, but you never give up on me. Even if you take a moment to regroup the rope that will eventually pull me to my rescue.

You know I am my own worst enemy when I forget to let love rule rationally, or I am afraid of what I cannot control even with bright intentions. Sometimes I get so scared that I can't walk the straight line without you to to balance me out. You are the finest Corinthian columns bearing the weight of my crumbling yet steady palace.


Each moment spent without you I know you are carrying on, charming people while you create divine coffee over leisurely conversation. Oh and a smile that would inspire any master of beauty to praise Aphrodite and create with heightened madness for perfection.

You are a rare private trinket, the crowning gem of a priceless collection. Handcrafted with an uncompromising eye for details, each curve modeled on the fruitfulness of the true female form. So ripe, that you would make a chalice drip wine with envy.

Anyone who comes by you knows that you are special because in your chest you carry the heart of Midas. You are my very own mythical siren, washing away my tears and surrounding me with your eye for details. I only wish for you to unlock my key and have your blood rush through me.

You are as mighty as Aphrodite.

Remembering Whitney Houston- Through My Eyes

When I think of Whitney Houston, I think of the emotional rawness of her voice. Her voice in its prime really was something so powerful that it managed to stir emotions with sophistication. I remember being a child and first seeing her video of "You Give Good Love." There was something to sexy and sultry about her presence alongside such a pure vocal track. She was the first artist that was on repeat in the cars cassette player, my parents fans of her talent as well. This was the first musical bond we treated as a family.

With a catalogue of music that will stand the test of time as some of the most stunning singing ever, now her light has come to a dim here on earth, but as art does, her music lives on.

I have like many, been saddened by her passing at such an early age. Like many, I was really routing for her to get herself together. No other has ever touched me with a voice as she has. She was the reason that as girl, I dreamt of singing, and the reason why I began singing in my youth.





May the peace she could not find here earth, now be with her. May she be able to let go of the pain, misdirection, inability to love herself, and ability to respect her talents. While we shared her world, she was not able to be herself it seems.

Rumours about homosexuality, drugs, Bobby Brown; so many rumours. The only truth that matters is knowing that we watched as her star burnt out - her reasons why will remain silent. The world only sees what it wants to see, and it seems we derive joy from struggle and pain. But her voice lives on. I am confident that a woman who can sing like that understood love once. Thank you for showing that women of colour can make pop more beautiful.

Now you are free to sing to the angels that you so strongly believed in once. Hopefully you will now give yourself to those who love you without consumption.

To Bobbi-C, your Mom is always a light to guide you, don’t let people take away your choices, love yourself no matter what people say, stay in contact with grounded. Always love openly and do what you can to achieve your dreams.

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It Does Get Better - The L Project

For those ladies and who love ladies, for those girls who love girls.... 

Flipping on Queen Street with a Dirty Mattress

Today one of the strangest things happened to me.

Yesterday my partner and I got our new bed delivered to us, after 4 weeks of anxiously waiting for delivery. 13 years I had been sleeping on that mattress. Many memories, many smiles, many cries, the first time I shared a bed with beloved cat, Neefah and a few special women. At the time I got that bed, it came as a gift from my Ba (grandma), at a time when my parent's couldn't really do more than keep the rent paid and food on the table.

I remember thinking of how much of a blessing it was that my Ba bought me that bed and I felt a flood of gratitude towards her. It was hard to throw the mattress out yesterday, and I did feel emotional, as if it was some special part of my Ba that was left to me. Ba past away at 93 a few years ago.

Today as I was waiting for the streetcar at around 8am, I saw a man off in the distance, turning off my street. I saw him pulling something large on a cart right on Queen Street - yes I mean on the road during rush hour! Believe it or not, it was my mattress. I smiled and began to form wobbly tears in my eyes, This gift that my Ba had given me was now going to help someone else out. As he past by me on the road, I wondered should I say "hey that was my mattress! Don't worry about it having bed bugs or being dirty, it was in good hands. Enjoy it." But then I thought again and decided that would be odd. So I let him pass by without saying a word.

I couldn't help but wonder who that Asian man was and who this mattress was going to rest now - was it him? His kids? His mother? All I can say is, remember that your trash, or warn and old goods could help someone out. So before your dispose of something after saying goodbye, don't be sad or blue, just be thankful it could valuable to someone new.

Dykeotomy

She imagines a world in which she is not thought of as a dyke, but instead like a musician with a talent to masterfully navigate a pussy piano. F sharp is hit, she thought, once she could make a woman cum and sing opera. However the only word she wanted her ladyfriend to utter is: "hallelujah". The woman she wants is kind of a mix between a slut and a mammy. She is freaky under the sheets, but hums while she cooks. She also has an affinity to wear Church hats while freaking doggy-style.

Why are straight women always playing gender so hard? Why are dykes always fucking gender so hard? She creates a pair of shoes with heels that actually feel comfortable, she dreams of banning black army boots from existence. She thinks all those dumb straight bitches that are going to have corns and calluses all over their feet and wonders, who is gonna suck their toes? Also all those hairy man-dykes that are going to get athletes foot by wearing insulated boots when it is 40 degrees out! Dumb bitches.

She remembers what it was like when she came out over 10 years ago. She felt like the only ethnic lesbian who still embraced her feminine charms. She didn't want to look like a sheep, for god's sake, she is brown, hair is not a choice, but shaving is. She would feel the pain as each hair plucked from her Frida brow, but it was better than the fate of looking like a plump. shaggy rug from India.

Yes, she loves Madonna, and no she is not a fag.

More than anything she wants to say to her fellow pussy munchers, "moisturizer for your skin and lips is not heterosexual, it is simply a way of taking care of yourself. Lotion your damn self and moisten those lips with more than just vaginal spit!"

She remembers the excitement associated with knowing who she really is and then thinking how wonderful it would be to kiss and girl with some tongue action (of course after a soft peck), and maybe even have the chance to feel up a pair of good looking knockers. Maybe sniffing some lucky panties.

From fingering girls in middle school under the desk during art class, to fingering the world. This is my definition of an angry dyke.

Honestly Me

Gimme, gimme seems to get. It doesn’t seem like you have learn your manners yet. Though you may feel that you are succeeding in your life, have you been beneficial in growing past your own challenges? If each day you remember moments as an abundant flow of feeling love and kindness, you will break free from mundane captivity.

Day after day. Running for the streetcar, pushing paper, pushing a smile. Happiness can only be measured by the width of your actions – how they extend to envelop those that are in contact with you.

Make a difference by deciding to be different. No longer the girl who follows commands with such pinpoint precision, or that doesn’t speak up when she has a marvelous thought to share. Today you are a new woman, free from any burden that seeks to eliminate you from being at peace with truthfully.

Xena & Gabrielle Kissing

When I was but a wee lesbian, watching Xena on Sunday with my Mom - this is what I was hoping for. This still could be the hottest thing EVER!!!!!! My poor Mother, she had no idea I was popping lesbian hormones at the TV. I should have warned her to wear a mask.

The Prime Voice of Whitney Houston

This song. What can be said. Whitney at her best, so vocally strong. Timeless tunes. Her image is 80's iconographic of pop confronting racial cultural representation, which was rarely seen in 80's pop. There were not a lot of "great" non-white pop stars that made it popular in image. Whitney was of the shift of the trend that would define one current popular music trend: R&B with pop.
 
Who didn't wanna dance with an invisible shoes in this video? I sure as hell wanted to go to this concert. I just remember being taken by this beautiful black woman with a voice. I could listen to all Whitney's early albums from front to end and be drawn into the emotions. Her prowess as a voice remains at battle with the best of the best, perhaps our generations Aretha.


I admit to this day, Whitney's voice is still able to emotionally deliver for me. She is a ballad master and the actual physical power of her voice allows her to remain a true diva (before crack got wack).

Sexy love making music. Her smooth R & B was a shift in image that was more sensible of representing African American influence in American culture. Obviously black culture seems to heavily influence numerous genres of music, which again and again made popular, from R&B, Hip Hop to Rock n Roll.

This is as good as it gets folks.