This is so cool! But what country are they from? “Africa” is really vague.
Their names are Duro-Aina Adebola, Akindele Abiola, Faleke Oluwatoyin, and Bello Eniola and they’re from Lagos, Nigeria. There’s a neat video about them here.
boost the fuck out of this, and make sure you include their goddamn names and country of origin.
ICYMI: At Seattle Pride this year, local drag queen Mama Tits absolutely destroys a group of homophobic “Christian” protesters by proving their hypocrisy out loud.
"Why don’t you read your own book and actually follow the teachings to the letter of God and learn to support and love?" Mama Tits asked the group. "You need to drop the hate! You are a sad, sad excuse for a human being. Once you learn to drop the hate, you too can find happiness because we will welcome you in open arms when you learn to open your mind. Not today, Satan! Not today!"
You get what you give. (via the Huffington Post Gay Voices)
I can feel change coming. I’m not sure what it is exactly. If you follow my blog, you know I don’t keep a lot of ties. I don’t talk to my family. I’ve stopped talking to friends when they have been unkind. I’ve only kept old lovers in touch long enough to make sure they won’t spite me.
But then, I let friends back in when they are truly apologetic and I dream about my family when I’d rather not. It is confusing in my 30’s to wonder whether I am strong enough to be separate. To wonder if opening that 2nd bottle of wine will make me more honest or just more guarded. I am torn today between walking until I can’t walk any further…and laying down to take a nap until I wake up feeling better. In Albuquerque I would walk as many miles as my feet would let me. I’d do it every day. I was trying to walk away from hurts and food that I consumed to deal with that pain. Then I moved here and walking wasn’t easy. There is traffic and work and a feeling that the Midwest is holding me back. Now that I have spent 2 1/2 years back in my home state, I think that only I hold myself back. I do not think I deserve to find this joy aside from the lack of certainty I had in the first part of my life? I don’t know. It is hard to be happy. I never thought that was a thing that was difficult for people as adults. To accept good things into your routine and to be a part of something that is always moving forward.
I want to shed the parts of my heart that hold on to bad memories. I want my body to see that those things are not happening now. That I am safe and living my life adequately. That the world may be full of chaos but I can live my dream inside of it with impunity.
I’m going to open that 2nd bottle of wine and stop typing. And I am going to end up vomiting words and making choices that keep me living without fear…without guilt…and without clawing through the past every day.