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idhrenniel · 5 years

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What I See | Thomas Shelby

➴ Summary: Hii! Could you possibly do Thomas Shelby x reader where she's a WOC born into like a good family but she's kinda an outcast because she's a half sibling and she's scared of what people will think if they're together but Thomas fights for her and stands up for her?

➴ Pairing: Tommy Shelby / woc!fem!reader (3rd POV).

➴ Warnings: Racism and xenophobia, but nothing explicit. Also me not proof-reading as usual.

➴ Wordcount: 2.2K

➴ Tagged: @angelaiswriting

➴ Author Note: This is the first time I write for a specific-race/reader and I hope I did good. Special thanks to Em and Aara for reading this and giving it the green light. Thank you for this request!

During the previous months to the ball, (Y/N) and Thomas met in secret a few times. She would argue with her father she didn’t want to be a nuisance for him while he did business and that would be her excuse to leave the house and don’t go back until well into the night. Her father wasn’t the brightest man and fooling him around was easier than stealing a child’s candy. It was her siblings that worried her, with their ever-vigilant attitudes and sharp looks and questions too specific to be a coincidence. If she paid some attention, she could hear her sisters whispering about her in the kitchen. So far, none of her five siblings had linked her with Thomas and that was a relief. Of course, if her father were to know she had been sneaking around meeting with a man… she shuddered at the thought, not wanting to think about the punishment he’d give her. Her father wasn’t smart, no, but he was cruel and when it came to making people suffer, he knew what to do. This fear, and the fear that Thomas’s reputation and business could be damaged if people were to find out he had been sleeping with a bastard - a brown bastard for that matter, lead her to stop their encounters. She cried for an entire week, finding it difficult to fall asleep without feeling his hands on her hair, only to turn around and realize it was all her imagination. Thomas didn’t accept it, though. Not without an explanation, a reason that didn’t include the words who I am and what will they think. So (Y/N) stopped leaving her house all together in order to avoid him because she knew, if he were to kiss her once again she would leave everything behind to be with him. But she loved him and couldn’t do that to him.

It was the night of the Ball and (Y/N) was nervous, excited and worried all at once. Her father took all of his children to social gatherings, even her. It was because he wanted to make business with different ethnicities, not because he believed her equal to her siblings. However, while her sisters and brother talked with people, it was rare the time someone didn’t mistake her for a waitress… or a whore, and once realization hit in, no one bothered to talk to her again. Some were different, though.

Thomas was different. (Y/N) met him in one of those business meetings disguised as social events. As per usual, her father wanted to make them believe he was open to all races and ethnicities since, well, since he had a brown daughter. All she could gather from her siblings - who had been left behind that night, was that he was a romani business man from Birmingham and that his wife died, making him a single father. (Y/N) didn’t know what to expect of him - would he be nice, cold, distant? Would he be like all the other men her father did business with? Would he be like her father? It was a great and pleasant surprise when she found out Thomas was none of those things. Upon meeting her, he had been polite and courteous, treating her like a human being and not the bastard, brown daughter of James Harrison. She and Thomas had danced, talked, laughed. He seemed to be a determined man, who loved his son and spoke of him with a pride she could but dream of. Unlike the men that, in the past, tried to get with her, he had been interested about her life, her feelings and passions. Thomas took the time to know her. So, when a week later he asked to meet for tea, she didn’t have to be told twice. (Y/N) had kept this a secret, of course. But falling in love with him was the easiest thing she’s ever done - if he was the ocean, she had jumped head first to be there forever.

“(Y/N)!” The stern voice of her father brought her back from her thoughts. She turned around, holding her breath as she faced him. “What’s taking so long? We’re going to be late.”

She wanted to give him a smart answer, but then she’d risk being left at home. No, she couldn’t. She needed to see Thomas, even if from afar. “I didn’t notice the time, father. I’ll be down in a moment.”

James nodded, walking out of her bedroom and downstairs. (Y/N) grabbed her purse and, looking at herself in the mirror she made sure her makeup and hair were perfect, then followed him.

In the car, she could hear her father talking to her siblings, sometimes even to her. He was explaining her brother how he would, when the moment was right, inherit the business and then he would have to make sure his sisters - note, he never meant her, were married off to good men that would provide for them and their children. It sounded like a boring, despicable life in her opinion. But what would she know? If she ever wanted to get married, she better start running.

“And (Y/N)?” Hearing her name, she turned around to see her brother looking at her. He wasn’t a bad brother, in fact he was a great one. He cared for her, one could even tell he was proud, but for him the most important thing was to, after their father, take over. Such a plan could never include her. “Should I make sure she’s married to a good man, too?” One of her sisters snickered.

Another barged in. “You’d have to promise them a lot of money!” This made her siblings laugh - her brother looking uncomfortable. Her father simply rolled his eyes, ordering them to shut up.

(Y/N) didn’t bother to react. She had grown used to comments like that, having heard them all her life. It had come to a point that, as much as the bastards tried, couldn’t earn a reaction from her. She had learnt her emotions were better hid inside and to let go in the solitude of her bedroom. Or in Thomas’s arms. Everything felt better in Thomas’s arms.

The car stopped and her father got out, then her brother and then her sisters. She was the last. (Y/N) got a hold of her father’s arm, as instructed, and walked in with him. It was… a lot. White and gold in the walls and people dressed up like the King would attend (he’d do, somehow- if Thomas counted). Before she noticed, her siblings had dispersed, eager to make business and find those good men to trick into a marriage. (Y/N) and James walked towards Thomas’s direction. She couldn’t look up from the floor, even when her father stopped and she could see Thomas’s shoes in front of her. James, not understanding and not caring, let go of her arm but not without twisting it first. (Y/N) looked up, meeting Thomas’s gaze that hadn’t left her since she entered the venue. She wanted to spend the rest of her life looking at him. Perhaps with a ring on her finger. But those were stupid dreams.

James clapped his hands, laughing. “What’s the special ocassion? Is the King coming?”

“King’s here, Mr. Harrison.” Thomas looked at James, dead stare on. Her father stopped laughing. He was much older than Thomas, had killed more men, but was still afraid. It was impossible not to be. Thomas gave him a quick smile. “Mind if I dance with (Y/N)?”

I mind, she wanted to say. But the explanations that would have to follow were too long and dangerous for her to do. She smiled, taking Thomas’s hand and letting him walk her to the dancefloor. As soon as his hand fell on her waist, she shuddered. He chuckled. Oh, she wanted to slap him. And kiss him. And let him hold her until the sun was up and her feet were bleeding.

Thomas spun her around, not letting her go further than an inch from him. His gaze was so focused on her she was starting to think he wanted to read her mind.

At last, he spoke. “You look beautiful.” She smiled. “People’s been whispering since you came in.”

He spoke with such pride, he didn’t know what he was talking about. Her smile faltered. “See, Tommy. That has everything to do with how I look - but now because I look beautiful.”

It took him a moment, a moment too long. She stopped dancing and apologized, claiming she wasn’t feeling well. She spoke loud, loud enough for her father to hear. (Y/N) walked fast, with Thomas close behind her. It earn them curious and confused gazes, none of them cared about it, though.

“(Y/N)!” She supported herself against the balcony wall, inhaling the fresh air. Thomas stopped right behind her, repeating her name this time in a whisper. She could feel the hesitation to touch her and she almost wanted to turn around and throw herself in his arms. “I didn’t meant…”

A silence, as cold and dark as that night, fell upon them. How could she explain?

All her life, (Y/N) was an outcast. First, for being a bastard. Her mother was a whore from Delhi, whom she had never met. Then, because no matter how much makeup she put on her face she would never have the fair skin her siblings and father shared. She wasn’t white, it was something she had come to accept as she was growing up. Used to the insults, the laughs, the second glances. Hell, none of that bothered her! (Y/N) was proud of who she was and how she looked like, but at the same time was well aware of the implications for a man like Thomas to be with a woman like her. Her surname meant nothing when her skin spoke for her. Her children’s surname would mean nothing, because their skin would speak for them too.

“You don’t understand,” she whispered, turning around to look at him. “You look and act like a white man, ignoring or dismissing the romani blood that runs through your veins. But I can’t do that.” (Y/N) took a step forward, chuckling as she shook her head. “I can wear expensive dresses, wear my hair the same way they do - speak four languages and be the smartest - fuck, and the prettiest out of all my sisters. And still, it doesn’t matter. They don’t see me-”

“I see you.” Thomas interrupted her. In another moment she would be pissed he had done such, but her voice was breaking and sobs threatened to escape. He held her face. “Not a Harrison, not a bastard, not an outcast. I see a beautiful, intelligent brown woman. A woman I want to wake up next to until I die, have children with. A woman I’m proud to love.” He put emphasis in her skin colour, his voice filled with such love she couldn’t keep the sobs in now. In the past, men had been interested in her, looking past the fact that she wasn’t a white woman. Her friends used to dismiss it, ignoring the things she went through because of it. No one ever sat down and cared about how her experiences as a woman of colour were different from those of a white woman, and no one but herself had ever embraced her skin like that. But her worries were still there and he spoke before she could: “You think our children will have it difficult. See, that’s the thing. Those children are going to be gypsies, Shelbys. No one in their right mind, on this life or the next, will fuck with them. So I’m going to ask this, once again, with my heart in my hand. (Y/N)-” he got down on one knee. “Will you honour me and become my wife?”

(Y/N) laughed at his words, nodding. Thomas lifted her up from the floor and spun them around, laughing. He kissed her, slow and tender. A promise to her and to their future.

After that, he took her hand and both walked back into the venue, where people stopped talking and dancing to look at them.

Thomas leaned in to whisper in her ear: “shall we?” She nodded. It wasn’t the first time Thomas asked her to be his wife. In fact, he had done such multiple times, ring and all.

“Ladies and gentlemen. You must be wondering the reason behind this rushed event. It’s a beautiful night and we wanted to announce, we’re getting married.” Thomas ignored the gasps and whispers. (Y/N) didn’t even look at the people, focusing on him. “(Y/N) is a woman I’ve had the pleasure to meet these past months, someone I’m proud to love and who loves me as well. We wanted it to be public as soon as possible, and that’s now. In a few weeks, (Y/N) will stop being a Harrison to become-” he didn’t bother to hide the smile. “-a Shelby. (Y/N) Shelby.”

(Y/N) kissed him, she could almost feel her sisters’ rage from where she was standing. Almost. But with him at her side, nothing of the sort would ever matter again. She knew who she was, she loved who she was. And so did Thomas.

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baenxietydad · 4 years

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taking a walk on Ice (얼음산책) || The Baes

Where McKala can’t think of a title so she uses the title of a Korean indie song lmao

Marlin tries to give Nemo privacy, he's he's up crying until 2 AM so maybe that's not the tactic

Word count: 2422

tw: sadness? vampire racism?

@justkeepdancing-nemo

MARLIN:

2 AM and Nam-min was still awake crying.

Mu-yeol clutched at his blankets as through the thin walls of their Hollow home, he heard another sob from his son’s room. He hated it for so many reasons: 1. he never liked to hear his son cry; 2. it was over that abhorrent creature; and 3. he could have broken his son’s heart a little kinder.

At yet another awful sob from his son’s room, Mu-yeol threw his blankets to the floor and hurried through the house to his sweet baby boy. Baby. He was nearly a man now, technically, but he always felt so small to him.

“...Nam-minnie? I know I’m public enemy one right now, and you want nothing to do with me but…” he lingered in the doorway, aching to hug him but certain it would only make him feel worse. “...do you want me to leave?”

NEMO:

Nemo had said goodbye to Robbie two hours ago.

First, he’d tried to sleep, he really did, pressing his face into his pillow like that could stop the tears. But his heart kept aching and his breath kept catching, over and over. When he gave up, he reached for his phone on a dangerously low battery. Because this wasn’t done. His second, louder round of tears came as he went through to Appa-proof what was the world’s most unconvincing break-up. It was like trying to dig out splinters as he read over a text and forced himself to delete it. Over and over. Over and over.

At this point, the pain got unbearable, Nemo keening into the open air like he’d been punched. He had to flip his phone face down and just-- sob. Loud, horrible sobs. And still, he didn’t feel better.

He understood why it was called heartbreak.

When his door creaked open, Nemo quickly twisted in his sheets away from it. He once again pressed his face against his pillow, willing himself to stop crying, just stop crying-- to just be asleep, just be asleep…

His whole body shook though, and Appa asked Nemo if he wanted him to go-- it just made it worse. He choked on his tears, unable to answer. No, he didn’t want Appa to go. But he didn’t want Appa to stay if he was just going to be cruel. And that’s probably what it was, wasn’t it-- Appa here to tell Nemo to stop crying over that thing--

He would never be a thing to Nemo. Robbie, Nemo said his name in his mind and the tears rolled forth, neverending.

MARLIN:

He tentatively stepped into Nemo’s room and stood by his bed, reaching down to play with Nemo’s hair. If Nemo wanted him gone he’d slap him away. If he wanted his appa to hug him after all he’d cry and do nothing else.

Mu-yeol was thrilled the monster was gone from his son’s life, but that didn’t mean he was happy to see his son crying.

“My baby,” he said, frowning. “Do you need me, or hate me too much?”

NEMO:

Yes, Nemo needed his Appa.

Nemo clutched at his blankets, pulled up to his heart. He tried to open his mouth but it wouldn’t budge. He couldn’t trust himself. What might fall out of him? It had only been two hours and yet Nemo had a thousand I love hims growing rapidly inside him, like a garden overrun. If he said something like that, Appa would scoff and try to rip them out of him no matter how much it hurt-- no matter that it felt like if Appa pulled one, ten more would grow in the wound left behind.

Or maybe he’d say he was sorry, and then be ashamed of himself for being sorry. Maybe he’d say he was sorry and that would be the razor that would deal the final blow.

“I--can’t--” Nemo gasped, not sure how to finish even this sentence. He, the boy who hated that word: can’t. It was a wall he couldn’t climb over.

MARLIN:

Can’t what?

Part of him was afraid to go forward with cuddling Nemo because he was sure Nemo would shove him away. After all, he hadn’t asked to be held. He probably wanted that creature here, not his father, but what could he do? All he was was his father. He was not Tae, or Finn, or Louie, or any number of people Nemo would rather have here now.

“Can’t what, Nemo? Stand me? We agree on something.” He muttered, crawling into bed next to Nemo and hugging him against his chest, patting his hair. “Too bad. I’m still your abeoji and I still love you more than anything.”

NEMO:

Nemo had been turned away from Appa, so when he climbed onto his bed and drew Nemo toward him, Nemo’s back pressed against his Appa’s torso. His wings were trapped in his abeoji’s pleasant, familiar body heat, and the sore muscles up and down his spine instantly soaked up the feeling greedily. It was a misconception that you could crush a pixie’s wings like this-- they were actually much more durable than people thought they were, and it took a lot of horrible force to hurt the wings themselves.

Nemo didn’t pull away from this hug. Even if he wanted to, he didn’t think he’d have enough strength.

But he didn’t want to. He wanted the hug. He wanted more than that. He wanted the pain in his chest to stop crushing him. Could Appa feel that pain, even though it wasn’t a physical wound? Why couldn’t he make it go away?

“N-N--” Nemo tried to say no, and he couldn’t. It was so hard to breathe. “I--c-can’t--stop. It h-hurts.”

He couldn’t stop crying. He couldn’t stop hurting. He couldn’t stop loving Robbie.

MARLIN:

He clutched Nemo a tiny bit tighter and closed his eyes against his son’s warmth. Nam-min felt so small in his arms, like he was a fledgling again, and it only reminded him that he wasn’t. He may be as bright-eyed, innocent, and full of hope as he was back then, but he was all grown up now. Soon he wouldn’t have to rely on his father for protecting, or even want to go to him for his affection because that was ‘kid stuff.’

Even now, did Nemo want him, or just someone and was too sad to reject him? He should push him away. After all, he did this, didn’t he?

No. He thought. Everything is that thing’s fault. It had no right to approach my son, and has no right to live it’s death-cheating existence.

Mu-yeol said nothing. Only held Nemo tight against him and kissed the top of his head. Appa loves you, he thought but didn’t say. You are safer without that...without it.

NEMO:

Appa didn't say anything more.

Nemo might have imagined what he had said in the first place. His chest was full of holes, each one punched out by everything Appa had said before, and he was desperate for something to fill them. Anything. He squeezed his eyes shut and whimpered and tried to fill those holes with Appa’s touch, wth Appa’s I love you, with the kiss he placed on the top of his head. But the holes were so wide. No matter what Appa put in, these same things slipped out, lost in the darkness and in the depth of Nemo’s heartbreak.

He drew Appa’s hand tighter around him, pressing his palm over his heart. He’d grown up associating those same hands with healing. Where they touched, Nemo felt better.

He didn’t feel better. The tightness didn’t loosen. His breath caught, coming in short gulps.

And Appa still wasn’t saying anything.

The silence made the holes so much wider.

You hate me, the silence was telling Nemo. You want me to shut up. You’re ashamed. You’re disappointed. You’re disgusted.

Nemo kept shaking, turning his face into his pillow to try to muffle all of this.

MARLIN:

He could take Nemo hating him, and you know, he could take his tears. It was his broken, horrible silence that was killing him, for his actions in his silence said it all. Nam-min pressed his father’s hand over his furiously beating heart and the message was clear.

It hurts, Appa. My heart hurts and I don’t know when it will stop. Nam-min’s silence told him. Mu-yeol hated himself which was nothing new but he did not hate what he did. Nemo was safer. But he wasn’t proud he had to hurt his son to make him that way. When he hurt like this he usually would just pour his love onto Nemo but Appa’s love couldn’t and wouldn’t fix this. He almost felt like leaving was better but Nam-min’s grip on his hand was ironclad. Whether he was helping him or not, his son didn’t want him to leave.

“What can I do to help you fall asleep, my love?” Mu-yeol asked him, practically a whisper. There would be no making him feel better tonight, but getting him to sleep was the best he could do. “I don’t know how to fix your hurting heart, baby boy.”

NEMO:

He didn’t know. He didn’t know. Nemo had never felt like this before. His heart had been injured in other ways. There were times he missed Eomma so badly it kept him up too, quiet little tears burning in his eyes though never falling. After the nightmare-- after seeing Appa drown-- sleep evaded Nemo for days as he stared at his door, ears straining to listen for any sounds of Appa in the night. His throat had been tight with fear and his heart beat too fast, but it didn’t squeeze like this. That’s because there had been something he could do. He could listen. He could stay up. He could see Appa in morning and feel happy even in his exhaustion.

But Nemo couldn’t do anything here. Robbie was taken away from him. Forever.

His body kept shaking as Nemo tried to stop through force alone, his lips locked together. He had to suck in breath through his nostrils instead. How could he answer Appa’s question? Appa didn’t actually want the answer.

The answer was-- let him be in love. And love Nemo for that love anyway.

He wanted to throw up. If he could expel his heart from his body, then maybe the pain would stop.

“Y-you-- y-you--” his words ballooned, then deflated, with every shaky breath, “--h-hate me now--”

MARLIN:

Oh. God.

Nam-min was hurt worse than he thought and it wasn’t entirely because of the breakup. It was because of him.

“Nemo, what?” Mu-yeol said, his eyes welling up with tears and his voice betraying it. “I could never hate you. You’re my sunshine, remember?”

He kissed the top of Nemo’s head and then inched away from him so he could roll Nemo over to face him. “You are my son, and I will always love you.” He began as he wiped Nemo’s tears. “I will always look at you and feel warm, and happy, and glad that I brought you into the world with your eomma.”

NEMO:

Nemo didn’t believe him.

This was the first time Appa had looked at him all day-- it wasn’t even day. It was night. He could barely see Appa in the dark and Appa could barely see him, even as he wiped away at the tears and lied, and lied, and lied.

Nemo’s heart throbbed like it was full of splinters. For the first time since Appa came in, he thought about shoving him away, if only because all this fake affection just pushed those splinters in deeper (He thought Nemo’s love was an abomination-- not love at all. He thought Nemo was an abomination for loving--and so would everyone else--)

He hiccuped around his tears, a tiny whimper on his lips where words should be. But he didn’t have any. He just closed his eyes and pressed his wet face against his appa’s chest (because even an appa who hated him was still his appa).

MARLIN:

“I love you so much, baby.” Mu-yeol said, clutching Nemo right as he buried his face in his chest. “That will never change.”

Even if his son did something as disgusting as associate with such an affront to nature as a vampire. That still didn’t make him any less perfect.

“You can cry for your broken heart, Nam-minnie. That’s okay. It won’t take one night to fall out of love with someone.” Even that...thing. “But don’t cry because you think that I could ever stop loving you.”

Mu-yeol blinked as a few stray tears rolled down his cheeks and he pressed a kiss to Nemo’s forehead. God, it hurt to not be able to take all of his pain away. Or to reverse his son ever coming into contact with that vampire. It was the only reason his son ever thought that his Appa could hate him.

“Rest, Nemo. Sh, it’s okay.” He whispered, rubbing Nemo’s back. Quietly, he began to hum the tune of an old Korean song that he’d sung to Nemo since he was born.

NEMO:

He knew the song.

The song existed in some of Nemo’s earliest memories. With his eyes closed, it summoned other tiny things to the front of his mind, and these things bloomed gently: fingers stroking through his hair, the smell of honeydew and green tea (his eomma smelled like that), soft blankets and Nemo’s stuffed toy robin. He couldn’t remember Eomma singing it exactly, but he knew that once, she did. In most of the memories though, it was Appa’s soft, low voice, just like now.

He could pretend he was a tiny fledgling again, light as a feather, small as an acorn. That Nemo didn’t know anything about heartbreak. The only love Nemo knew was his abeoji’s love, as big as the sky, as warm as the sun.

Slowly, his uneven breaths smoothed out, grew deeper, longer.

Slowly, his stream of tears turned into a trickle. He sniffed. He was just so, so tired…

He felt the blanket lifted over his shoulders, heavy and warm. It was the only thing he could feel now. The rest of him was numb, but numb was good, he could fall into it and to the song and just for a few hours, not think…

Nemo drifted off to sleep, his eyebrow furrowed as if he was having a bad dream. But sleeping, nevertheless.

#nemo

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autismgavemychildvaccines · 5 years

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Economic downturn, racism and war.

So, normally I’d be in some sort of non-sober state while writing this, and be full of my typical rash wit. But not today. Today I want to talk about what I (and many others) are seeing down the tube. First, let’s go over the quick run of what’s going on. 1, we’re having concentration camps of both migrants as well as asylum seekers. This is inherently inhumane and a violation of various multiparty agreements that were made post world war 2 to not cock things up like Germany did with the Jews, or more locally relevant, what we did to fuck over the Japanese in the same period. 2, We’re in a trade war with China, who is itself trying to do a hostile takeover of Hong Kong (and don’t kid yourself for a moment, that’s exactly what the fuck that is), which happens to be the 3rd most important economic center in the world by most accounts. 3, Russia is fucking around with our politicians and buying them off to make for easier voter suppression and just bloody hacking the electronic voting machines, which oh by the way, an adequately caffeinated high-school nerd could probably do. 4, And finally, despite not technically being “in a war”, we’re not at peace, either. Hell, we haven’t been for as long as I can remember. Like many people on this website, one of my first memories was 9/11 and the subsequent wars in Afghanistan and Iraq. I vividly remember the latter, as we sat in our living room watching the bombs drop and my mother in hushed tones said “Well.. This is it.” and my stepfather, an Army Ranger at the time, looked tired and said matter of factly “we’ll not be rid of this until you’re a grown man, and even then..”. And he was right. Now, all of these things seem somewhat not related. Well, I guess I should say the 1st doesn’t exactly line up with the 2nd and 3rd, which have some geopolitical relevance to each other. But let’s take a history trip together, shall we? First, be sure to bring the hairspray, because we’re going into the Reagan-era and just before for a bit. Imagine if you will the supposed dying throes of the Cold War. Bioweapons program supposedly being shut down, the Soviet Union splitting away, and the Americas? Well they’ve gone through hell, and by no small measure it was due to proxy wars, puppet governments and a complete disregard for “other” people for the sake of borders and protection. Panama, Nicaragua, Guatemala and other countries are having civil wars funded by both sides of that iron curtain, causing institutionalized violence, setting the development of these countries back fucking decades, and setting them up to fail. [Note that when I say “setting the development back”, I do not mean they are in any way lesser to us due to this. In fact, in my wheelhouse of Public Health, they arguably do a better job of handling shit than we could dream of in the US. They’re damn fine people, and in some ways thriving, but to say we didn’t fuck with them would be a disservice. ] Part of this “setting up to fail” strategy was the use of drugs as a means of easy funding, which the U.S. government did wholly support to the point of screwing African Americans (and to a much lesser extent, poor people in general) in particular over by introducing things like Cocaine and Crack to poor neighborhoods (though it should be noted such drugs had been in the realm of public notice for the better part of a century before, just not as accessible). Funny thing about using drugs to fuel wars. Wars can end. But the demand for drugs by a population that doesn’t have the ability to be treated due to some “moral outrage” against helping addicts? Well, that still remains a very profitable venue. So even after we stopped giving a fuck about any of these countries and their governments gave up the sale of illegal drugs, at least in the open, criminal elements showed up to do what they did best: manufacture and transport drugs to where the best demand was, the United States typically. And to protect this profitable enterprise, these groups would claim territory, claim children as recruits, commit other crimes to support the chain, etc. And these activities still go on today, wherein some cartels and gangs have gotten rich enough to effectively buy off governments and have their own fiefdoms, where those with any ability risk their lives to run. And yet, so many do. Also, it’s important to note that while countries like Mexico are arguably more stable than say, Honduras or El Salvador, they’re still pretty fucked from the radiation of these activities. So these families try to make it to the closest, arguably “most stable” country they can, ironically the one that set the stones for the foundation of where they found themselves. And they are treated as trash, as less than human, as animals. Because we refuse to see our own guilt. We refuse to see what we have done, not centuries ago, but less than 50 years ago. And who is egged on the most to hate these people? Well, if you look at it, it’s the least “most powerful” group that can easily be manipulated: Lower class white groups by a vast majority. Groups who themselves see hardships, certainly, but more than anything know two words: Fear and Authority. They are afraid of the “other”, the “jawb steelin’ immigunts”, the “criminals and rapists” as the person who inhabits the White House calls them. And they respect and adore those who can wield an iron first. Someone they can imagine being, whether it’s a business tycoon of a dictator they see as a near-messiah, who says it’s not their fault they are struggling, and then makes an easy, low effort “solution” for them to point to as to what could cure all those ills which are, at their root, legitimate. [Note: This by no means excuses any White Supremacist or other racist ideologies. That shit needs to be fixed, and there is no excuse for that.] Let’s take a pause for a moment on that, as it’s significant. Is this the first time this has happened? Heavens no, in fact, many examples exist in history. But one stands out to me above all. Go back with me again, if you’d be so kind. You feel the warmth of the sun on your face, you can hear the distant waves, and the not so distant hustle and bustle of a city. You smell a mix of salt water infused air with just a hint of smelted metal or gunpowder. Perhaps you hear some music from The Andrew Sisters crackling out of a radio near an open window. You’re in San Francisco, not too long after the World’s Fair, where the hopes of Utopia were promptly shut off to be dismantled and loaded for the war effort of World War 2. In fact, as you look around, you see the strangest thing. There are clearly Japanese inspired markets and homes all around, but inhabiting them? No Japanese, surely, but the Shoe Shines and markets filled with a vibrant African American community. Some would one day call this the West Coast Harlem. And by their account, it was a wonderful community, of which I have no doubt. However. Those who lived and worked and loved in these buildings just months prior were put into camps. In Utah, in Nevada, California, Washington. In fact, it pains me a bit to know one such place is but a very hearty stones throw from where I sit writing this. They were put there and made to stay due to risk of espionage, national security, or “for their own safety”. They were told to join the war effort as translators or soldiers, or remain there. The doctors of that community and the nurses too would end up working without pay, saving their own communities with limited supplies and truly working goddamned miracles in these camps to keep people alive, as politicians would brag “For every cent we spend on the Japanese, we spend a whole dollar on our boys out on the front!” That kind of shit sound familiar? And that African American community? Well, while it was a positive thing for that demographic, certainly, and they had a valid right to be a community, that was by no means organic. The military spread out to places like Arkansas, Texas, Georgia, wherever there were large populations of blacks, whom the whites saw still as highly undesirables, and the military saw as cheap labour. Well, the military found their people. And those people found cheap, effectively abandoned communities, and were able to live somewhat better than where they came from, all while building warships. However, just like with the previous example, this war wouldn’t last forever. But not just like that previous example, the demand for warships is rather... Specific, in both timing and transferable skills, shall we say? So, this cheap labour was made of a demographic that could be relatively easily discarded without them having enough of a voice to cause waves. And soon enough, the Japanese would return from their internment camps, and let’s just say things were... Tense, between these two groups. Two groups who were, by most accounts, politically undesirable, and if they were fucked, well who would care, right? If it caused generational issues, and exacerbated an economy that would make a good deal of trouble, as long as it’s not the demographic that matters... No worries. It’s not like they even really have good proof of who was really at fault, nor who profited from later real-estate scoop ups and other such economic trends. After all, they moved for the jobs, and the Japanese? Well that was a national security issue.... Don’t you love your country? While this isn’t analogous to what we are seeing today, I hope you can notice the similar theme. Except this time, the demographic in question has to feel “empowered” in some way, and having who they want voted in anyways due to international meddling is more an afterthought to the “yay, we won!” mentality. And the expendables will have a bit more of a veiled attempt to undercut their work via a trade war with a nation who is admittedly, a scumbag (which we have collectively supported with corporate dollars for decades). This trade war will cause a lot of businesses, farms, and the like to close, making it easier for corporate groups to buy out the competition and profit all the more for it (despite some initial risk due to economic trends). All the while, a different, remarkably innocent group is being blamed and tortured for their “crimes”. It would not surprise me if in the next 2 years, we will see a recession that will make 2008 look pretty alright. And make no mistake, it will not be due to the president at that time. The gears of the machine have been turned now and in the last year and a half. Likewise, we may well see a war. With who? I do not know. But I most certainly know who will profit from it. And who will die from it, and who will be dehumanized further to be the scapegoat. We’re in incredibly dangerous times, and we need to be aware of why, if we have any hope of surviving.

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By InDaCarSeat Terry Dwayne Ashford

Check out the video for the release of the Song Video “do it like you do it”

Today’s Daily broadcast by DaTGuY: Do It Like You Do It

Met Bonnie and gave a ride to the store. She seems scared from prior abuse she said. But I am knowledgeable about the world and will see what’s what in due time. I gave her a ride to the store in hopes of meeting nice people. She is a little edgy but that is understandable and acceptable. The more I meet women who may have been abused dudes are TERRIBLE. They are GAY and have grave intentions when even meeting these ladies. I can’t deal with seeing N8GGER dudes and the plot had the nerve to invite on a demand that I be a part of killers and rapists of white MEN. These are all criminals black racist rapists of white MEN. Outright rapists that HURT Black WOMEN right before raping in profusion white men. I feel disgusted. Bonnie, as nice as we were, was most likely accosted by the whiter plot when we dispersed. And that is why she called back so soon. Sadly I take you back to Tupac. Do not or you will find yourself gone with a supposed friend backing you. The nice lady Bonnie May have been that. And fixed. She offered me her tags from her car. That is a no no. Declines nicely. But knew the problems that may be associated with such.

When called back I picked up on the schemes but decided to test it and try it as safe. She could also be used as a decoy to lie behind the scenes. Accepting the second call from the nice lady who tried to identify me as someone she knew from around the way inaccurately and may even have been fraudulent was to frame the situation. The one was trying to frame me as driving. And would have testified to that in a court behind the scenes. And that would be false. She called me back and offered me MONEY to DRIVE her. And that was framing HER as entrapment. The woman named Bonny was trying to entrap the InDaCarSeat man behind the scenes without his knowledge. The justification for accepting was framing the plot as I even partially declined any cash. And the 3 dollars that was accepted was to accommodate fuel for the framing. In addition it did assist in the extenuating circumstance. The lady named Bonny that may have been placed to entrap the InDaCarSeat journalist was another racist persistent frame by the police- accosted in surveillance. Anyone that was caught talking to the InDaCarSeat guy was to be accosted by the police aiming in order to frame in racism the InDaCarSeat man. And we GOT this one TOO.

I throw your billion dollar offer because you are H9NKYs using N8GGERs against the progressive blacks. I throw your Offer of anything and require my job back. Taking anything this H9NKY N8GGER shit has to offer is a PLOT against YOUR LIFE, that is only fit for POOR TRASH.

A bum on the street would benefit from such a H9NKY offer to embed himself into evil behind the scene shit eating. But a professional making $150k has nothing to GAIN and everything to lose fucking with POOR White Trash. It is common that poor trash of any kind wants the progressive people - but putting SHITBOAT Turds from the BOTTOM of the barrel of gook and slimed dook is only FIT for MONKEYS, Apes and DOGS. It’s dirty MONEY that only a nasty low class low life digger of heads in shitholes would FIND even a bit interesting.

To offer a shithole when you have a mansion is not a perk. And that is why offering such a shitHOLE piece of shit worth billions in LIES to a poor white H9NKY trashy dumbo racist is nosed DOWN by such aristocracy as Terry Dwayne Ashford and his mother. Dude only a dummy with nothing would appreciate something like this SHIT HOLE that has NOT even an ounce of proof is worth even 2 goddamn pennies. Not even an ounce of validity that any of this ploy would work even for a bum much less someone whose life was beautiful, straight-laced with all goodness and value. There is no way a person of class, of aristocracy, of progress, of anything would accept such bull shit in his or her life. This report and message comes from the InDaCarSeat DaTGuY Terry Dwayne Ashford speaking on behalf of his mother, Wilma Greenwood Ashford. Only fit for poor people who are DUMB and have no class or directions in life.

Although we used the HOES who was trying to HOE us in all their ENVY and shames of the world-testing that is not penetrating can be done on behalf of the victims and that my dear is protocol. My apologies to BONNIE who met under genuine circumstances. But Bonnie we know you received a call after meeting that told you to carry out certain activities for a plot. And we played to that plot to SNIPE the hoes. And that is what we have done. Now in our court records we will research the call that went to Bonnie’s phone on March 31, 2020 between hours of 630 pm and 8 pm. And we have caught another slick Willie that does not go by that name. We got him. And you are done. Bonnie was called and given instructions for which she complied and called Terry Dwayne Ashford back and offered entrapment fundings. And that was seen by Terry Dwayne Ashford and accepted to snipe the bribe. And you play GAMES. Dude butch or bitch I am the MOTHER Fucking GAME.

And, once again you are SNIPED. The entrapment attempt was another racist persistency aimed because we were black. Journalist who are black was seen just as all other blacks in America as half-ass good to be portrayed to public while all of their good shit be stolen for A Poor White Trashy H9NKY. And we SNIPED all that shit on the fact that we are even better than any one in shit eating. Dude we don’t do that.

Now for someone poor and getting f’s and have no way of making a life even half of that they see of their brother terry Ashford done with ease, the jealousy sent them 59 that decision.

so not only was the persistent frames and targeting RACISM so was the decision to have allowed the black jealousy in to invade. They only let them did this because the richer and smarter ones were BLACKS. The decision that allowed the N8GGERs to override policy and rights of these individuals was based on their race.

Fucking racists they are that allowed jealousy to attack while backing the “JEALOUS BLACKS” attack of the BETTER BLACKS for (the H9NKYs). And that was sniped by the better black InDaCarSeat Terry Dwayne Ashford.

The premise of the H9NKY is understood as “yeah black dumb hoe - I am going to let you attack your own PEOPLE for US - as long as your ass don’t get caught. Then we gonna swap even on your black ass and go back to being good ole white folks and put your ass away.” And that is the mental premise of the poor white trash that allowed my N8GGER brothers to attack the InDaCarSeat Terry Dwayne Ashford and his mother. As long as they didn’t get caught- “The let’s make this money off these N8GGERS”. And that failed the H9NKY too. Gotcha White trash. Gotcha in your shitmonkey boat load of TURDS. Lawd have mercy LaughLoud by InDaCarSeat DaTGuY to be aired on DaTGuY Radio “all for you!” How you like THAT for your rhapsody. Music 🎼 can be YOUR POWER TOO. The InDaCarSeat DaTGuY is none other than Terry Dwayne Ashford. We forfeit your H9NKY ass shit smearing OFFER. Where is the billion dollars beforehand H9NKY, if you believe in your shit like that. See you don’t even believe in your own shit. Cuz it’s DUMB and only meant for special education dumb children and Lawd have mercy DUMB CHILDREN abbreviation is DC. OMG it’s might be TRUE.

This shit was specially designed for dumb people who were poor and out to be killed by dumber poorer H9NKYs. And they named DC as the abbreviation. DC may stand for dumb children on the sneak. OMG and that is your H9NKY.

Suckie suckie.

I am gonna go ahead and bust some bubbles - “Terry Dwayne Ashford would never have a downlow underground dude in his LIFE” regardless of way. Anyone who have said he has - LIED.

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Terry Dwayne Ashford have never even sexed a downlow from his recall. Not one like that. Even an attractive downlow is UN-Attractive to the InDaCarSeat. I would NEVER have a downlow in my life. Never ever. Don’t even LOOK in my face like that.

Everyone comes in this man’s presence is a potential and a bitch can see it but not SUPPOSED to say a word. What indaFUCK was that? I would never have a downlow working a cash register to a public of N8GGERS or H9NKYs in America. NEVER. If I like someone the first judgement call is “am I getting hard by seeing them or Is the face something I would want to see again?” And the answer to every goddamn FAGGIT N8GGER I see in DC is HELL goddamn NO. I don’t want to ever see a goddamn N8GGER that is one with black in his blood ever AGAIN especially not alone in a dark romantic place. Fuck NO turn this goddamn bright lights on up in this mother fucker or get me the fuck out of here with this goddamn N8GGER. Get me the FUCK out of this dark ass shit with this N8GGER and now before I kick this goddamn door in! Never N8GGER NEVER. When the N8GGER stop listening to H9NKYs then the N8GGER might get somewhere. See all this is what a H9NKY does- not what a person like me does. Take your goddamn little H9NKY into the back room not no thoroughbred like me. Now open this mother fucking door. Here take this goddamn money and lock this HOE away.

Lord Jesus Christ I want to throw UP. Dude don’t look at me like that NO MORE! Get that H9NKY over there. OMG I feel like crying a N8GGER is so disgusting. I feel like crying that a N8GGER hurt a woman. I feel almost as devastated as the woman. Don’t ask me SHIT lock these mother fucking N8GGERs away all of them. All! Lock’em away and I never want to see them ever again. I never want to see another N8GGER ever again. I hate you N8GGERS! I hate YOU. If not fucking put this N8GGER away then I would NEVER fuck. Lock the black ass N8GGER away. Lock all of them away for hurting my life over some H9NKY promises! Lock them away. I have NEVER liked no H9NKY like that for them to have professed liking ME. Never even talked to NO H9NKY man unless it was professional that is all. Lock them AWAY! Yes. You have it correct. I don’t want to see them no more! I much rather see YOU dead executed and disposed into ashes that’s thrown into some far away sea. I do not want to see YOU downlow criminals ever again. Take your wives with you. I don’t want to see them either. Get rid of them I do not want even a goddamn memory of the shit eating racists! And don’t talk to me. Ever. Now relocate me to France and don’t like me!

I want them executed for the BEEF. For coming behind the scenes after someone’s life. I want them EXECUTED for a POWER POINT to the WORLD. Execute the Black Ass N8GGER and I want to pull the lever to kill him. Execute the brothers that did this whether it is true or NOT! Execute them don’t even waste any time. Just hook them up and pull the damn lever. Period. As many as possible and tell them it’s Wilma Power! Kill the N8GGER HOEs.

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djrelentless · 7 years

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This Is Us

It's June 12th. 2017 (the anniversary of the Pulse Nightclub shooting in Orlando) and I'm trying to get in the spirit of celebrating Pride this year. While I am reflecting on the tragic incident that happened in my home state, I still feel sad for the loss and can't seem to get in the celebratory spirit. It's hard because I'm watching a class warfare divide and conquer the LGBT Community of Toronto. Everyone is still fighting over what happened last year at the Pride parade when Mathieu Chantelois and Pride board of directors decided to use Black Lives Matters as a political statement to show how inclusive they were by inviting the group to be grand marshals. The only thing was, Black Lives Matters knew what that move was really about…a fake olive branch to show how diverse Toronto is after World Pride.

Apparently Mathieu had impressed the board so much with his planning and connections for the previous Pride that they gave him complete control over the 2016 celebration. Along with such moves he spent thousands of dollars on bringing a lot performers, gay celebrities and DJs from out of town to make appearances for Pride weekend while kind of marginalizing the locals and people of color. Now, for a certain demographic of the LGBT Community this was fabulous! They really felt like Toronto was a world class city after World Pride in 2015. The only problem was that by the time we got to the 2016 parade the world had changed a lot. With the rise of police brutality and racial profiling in the United States all over the news, many people of color were forming their own chapters of Black Lives Matters in solidarity. So, there was all kinds of tension bubbling under the surface when this invitation was extended to the group. Given that the organization felt like they were being used for a photo-opportunity, and it seems to me Black Lives Matters decided to use this opportunity to protest and make their voices known that people of color are not living the same existence in the LGBT Community as their counterparts…white gays.

Well, we all know the headlines of what happened at the parade and how Mathieu faked a signing of their demands to get it back moving. He bragged about it in the news that next day. One of the demands that BLM asked for was that "no uniformed police officers be on a float in the parade" since many of the people of color had been harassed and profiled by the police in their neighborhoods and on the streets of Toronto. So, if you have never been treated this way by the police this demand seemed outrageous…unheard of. But to put this in perspective….this is like the difference between living in a building with a doorman as opposed to living in a building with security guards patrolling it. These are two completely different experiences when you think of home.

Okay…so BLM took to social media to complain and express their distaste with Mr. Chantelois' backhanded move at the parade. That's when things really started heating up. the two weeks after the parade I tried to organize a closed door meeting with the an elected official, Pride Committee, Black Lives Matters and other disgruntled local performers/DJs to discuss and hammer out a solution for this year's event. 'Cuz, it wasn't just about racial discourse…it was also about ageism and other marginalized issues in last year's festivities. Well, apparently some were too busy or going on vacation to meet. There were a couple of people who were willing to come sit at the table but mainly because tempers were so hot most ignored my calls and emails.

But to really get to the meat of the problem we have to rewind Toronto's Pride history back to 2013. I guess this would be the year that I became the pariah to Pride. That was the year that I was checking my facebook account before going to bed around 6 AM on the Monday of Pride week and saw a posting of a drag queen in blackface. All I wrote was "I don't even know what to say about this" and left it at that. I didn't even go back to the post because it was an accepted fact that this performer was known on Church Street for being offensive and pushing buttons. Plus I had already seen another performer doing numbers at Woody’s dressed as a Middle Eastern woman with a bomb belt….and this was considered to normal entertainment for the gay village. I did read a post complaining about that performance but the powers that control the hiring, firing and booking did nothing. The complaint was from a person of color and it was only one. So, it was paid no mind.

So, I got a phone call from a fellow DJ who told me to go back to the blackface post because my husband and I were being crucified in the comments. Unaware that my husband had gone an expressed his dislike for the photo while I was sleeping, I was kinda shocked to read some of the comments. Especially the ones telling me and him to go back to the US and stop trying to spread democracy across Canada with our African-American problems. Don't believe me…I have the facebook thread saved as proof and you won't believe some of the people who said these things. Even people of color were coming to this performer's defense. The funny thing is…my husband is Canadian and white.

Well, since I tend to write better than I speak I decided to write a blog pointing out that Canada isn't as innocent as it thinks it is when it comes to racism. The myth that it doesn't exist here was shattered by all the news clippings I pointed out from 2010 to the present time of the blackface incident. That went over like a lead-ballon. Folks don't like to be reminded of the misgivings and definitely not how they are not as inclusive as they would like others to believe. The facebook posts and my blog made it to the Toronto Star.The performer who did blackface got fired from hosting the main stage for Pride that year. It was all blamed on me. I was the bad guy and the establishment I worked for even sat me down to give a light threat that my job was on the line for speaking out. They didn't do it out fear that I would go to press again, but this made many who had embraced me step back. A few people of color had my back but that number could be counted on both hands….not the POC Community at large.

And then came another racial incident where I was the DJ for Toronto's only Drag King night. It was going good…until I discovered that all the performers were white and a few did Hip Hop material with the n-word in it. Being the only person of color in the room some nights, it was really hard to watch white lesbians lip-syncing the word "nigga" to a room full of mostly white lesbians. So, I posted one night while I was working that I had decided to quit because of what I was witnessing and being subjected to. The troupe's only transgendered man ripped me a new one on facebook in a very long rant. Claiming that I was trying to control their show and content. Another ironic thing I just read the other day….a Xtra article asking why there aren't any spaces for Drag Kings in the gay village.

I bring all these things up to pose a question. I wonder what would have happened had we as a community addressed these issues back then. What if more people of color had stood up and said "Hey! Blackface has no place in our community!" What if the lesbians of color stood up and said "Hey…this isn't cool to be using that kind of language in your shows." Do you think that we as the LGBT Community could have really made everyone feel included in the conversation and a part of the solutions? I mean…if we can't acknowledge there is or was a problem how can we move forward?

Yesterday I posted a link about Philadelphia’s amended rainbow flag that has black and brown stripes added. Like with most things that are happening on social media today, there was much push back against this idea. The community that is supposed to be so inclusive has really shown their true colors about unity. Arguments that this is some power move by people of color to undermine our community shows exactly why and how we got here today. From flat out calling the idea "bullshit" to just wanting to lash out because the flag and pride celebration that catered to this demographic was being disrupted by people who should leave things the way they are. We've come so far and they are trying to tear it all down with division.

Yeah…this what some in the community actually believe.

But let's look at the other side of the story. The majority of the people of color in Toronto who joined Black Lives Matters are black and of Caribbean decent. For most, their living standard is definitely not like a Mathieu Chantelois. They don't have the luxury to run over to Montreal for the weekend whenever they feel like it. They don't have a cottage or tickets to a circuit party. I want you to take a moment and think about that for a second... If you can do these things on a semi-regular basis, you have no idea what it is like to be a gay person of color barely paying your bills on time. And just because you have a friend or two who can do these things that does not mean that everyone is in that same position. I have plenty of friends who are in better standings in life than I am and they have no clue that I'm just a poor man struggling to keep on top of things.

The bottom line is this all comes down to money. The Black Community does not have any financial power in the mainstream LGBT Community in Toronto. Hell…there isn't even a black gay bar in this town. For many they are regulated to separate parties thrown by DJ Blackcat (and thank God for him continuing year after year to find spaces to throw these events). I bet many of the white gays don't even know who he is. But you should. He and a few others are the backbone of black events in Toronto. These are the people you should be going to when planning the big Pride events. They are the real voices of the Black Community. I'll tell you someone else who should be at that table….Kerolos Saleib. He runs a party called Arabian Knights that welcomes everyone but is themed for the Middle Eastern LGBT community. Someone from El Convento Rico should be on the committee for Pride planning. It's just basic common sense. Local people who are already working in the community and a part of it.

Granted…there are some issues with the Black Lives Matters protest. Since they mainly have no financial power it is hard to sit at that table. "What money are you bringing to Pride?" The white gays spend money and that's just a fact. I can remember when I first got here to Toronto I started a Vogue night at a bar that no longer exists. The Ballroom kids came out for it. It was a cute little crowd. But they had no money to spend on drinks. I told one of the main voguers that he and his friends needed to start buying some drinks or that night was not going to last. He looked at me like I shot his mother. But the truth is…your dollars are like your vote in situations. The push back that Black Lives Matters received wasn't all based on racism. Some of it was financial. And although some funding comes from the City, it would be great to see everyone working together to raise some funds and build the community as a whole. This would be a solution to getting everyone involved and participating.

And although it is good to see Olivia Nuamah at the helm this year, there's been push back against her as a British woman of color. I love that she is definitely making strides to reach out to not only the marginalized but as well as those in position of authority. Her experience as a community builder and work in the non-profit / government sector is very impressive, but I still think that the board needs to be compiled of local promoters. Imagine if Fly, Crews & Tangos, El Convento, Club 120, Blyss, Woodys, Striker Sports Bar, Flash and Statlers all were at the same table making plans together to accommodate all the diversity that Toronto has to offer. Promoters like MOJO, Blackcat and Kerolos coming together to make the ultimate plan that includes everyone and features the best of our local talented performers and DJs. Would we be at this place right now? Arguing over stripes on a flag…attacking each other for any posts that we don't personally agree with or understand?

For those who are so adamantly against the change for the flag, someone posted on my facebook page "Why don't they just make their own flag?" Well…we are. We are taking the rainbow and adding black and brown stripes for the people who want to show their solidarity for the people of color who feel that they are not being represented. You don't have to carry that flag. This amendment doesn't devalue or diminish the rainbow flag that has been the symbol of our community for many decades. In fact, the original design had eight stripes and was proposed to get away from the pink triangle that was associated with the Nazi branding of homosexuals in the camps. I personally don't think the new design will catch on. Although I do think it would be brilliant because the Black and brown could also cover the Leather and Bear Communities as well. Why not? Let's get everyone on the flag. Just know that my interpretation doesn't effect yours. Just like your opinion doesn't effect mine…unless we compromise.

The LGBT Community is constantly evolving. Just look at all the new terms that have been added to make everyone feel represented. So, to allow others to wave their own flag is part of evolving. We have to grow if we are going to accommodate the future. And the words we use for ourselves are just as important. The ones we use and the ones we omit all play a part in how we communicate with each other.I mean, the omission of a few words like "in uniform on a float" turned this town into a war zone of words. No one said "no police at the parade" in the demands of Black Lives Matters. Click-bait media did that. And it gave an excuse for those who have been harboring feelings of exclusion to express them openly. Now it has turned into "no police in the parade" because that's what was put out there to stir up controversy. "Shut up and sit down" is basically what many feel like they are being told. Well, I think the folks who fought at Stonewall were tired of just going along with the program. Had those queens and lesbians not fought with the police would we be here trying to celebrate pride at all?

United we stand….divided we fall. We've come too far to stumble now.

I didn't write this to divide us. I wrote it to hopefully inspire all of us to start really working on a solution on how to move forward from this point on. When I look at Toronto I see such potential. On paper it looks like Toronto has everything covered and everyone accounted for, but the reality is that some of our brothers and sisters are being left behind and most are not paying attention or even care. That is the heart of the matter….realizing that what effects me actually effects you. And this is why I do as much as I can to give back in my own way. You can't just take, take, take…..you gotta give back and contribute.

So, on this day when 49 people lost their lives in a senseless shooting in Orlando, Florida I am hoping to awaken some people to the idea that we need to be united. That shooting could have happened anywhere in the world. We need to get back to being a community that cares and uplifts each other. Just a thought...

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Dickheads of the Month: February 2019

As it seems that there are people who say or do things that are remarkably dickheaded yet somehow people try to make excuses for them or pretend it never happened, here is a collection of some of the dickheaded actions we saw in the month of February 2019 to make sure that they are never forgotten.

Golf claps all round for Jussie Smollett not just for staging an attack and thinking that he would get away with it, something that was always going to be difficult considering the high-profile nature of the assault that he staged, but also guaranteeing that until the end of time every single time there’s a racially-aggravated assault by members of the far right we will hear the mantra of “It’s fake because Jussie Smollett faked his attack” by members of the alt-right who are relieved that, for once, they don’t have to delete dozens of tweets calling something that reflects badly upon them as a false flag attack, as evidenced by their rabid demands for a pound of flesh because this one time they cried wolf there just so happened to be a wolf nearby - with Dinesh D’Souza going so far as to try and cast doubt on attacks that took place in the 1950s and 60s

It would take a real piece of work to outright lie about policy that you’re screwing up on a daily basis, so to the surprise of nobody Theresa May did exactly that when she claimed that the Britait process was being slowed down by those who don’t agree with her deal - even though she was the one who cancelled the vote when it was initially scheduled before Christmas in an obvious attempt to slow down the process and scare everyone into voting for her deal because she’d run down the clock by several weeks

How brave of Chuka Umunna, Luciana Berger, Chris Leslie, Angela Smith, Mike Gapes, Gavin Shuker and Ann Coffey to all resign from the Labour party to form their own party - with blackjack, and hookers! - and to announce as their first order of business that they would not be calling by-elections for the seats they won under a labour manifesto, which certainly doesn't make them look like a bunch of cowards looking to line their pockets at their constituents’ expense while not allowing said constituents the opportunity to say which party they want representing them...but then again The Independent Group aren’t a political party, they’re a limited company (which just so happens to get around Electoral Commission rules on announcing their funding) whose website is based in that well-known tax bolthole that is Panama

And then Angela Smith further discredited The Independent Group PLC when, during a televised debate about racism, she described BAME people as being “black or a funny tinge” - and in doing so she exposed that The Independent Group Ltd not only don’t have any disciplinary procedure of any kind, but there is also no way for anyone to register a complaint

And then we have Joan Ryan jumping ship, somehow neglecting to mention losing a No Confidence vote last year (which saw her throw one hell of a temper tantrum on her Twitter feed when the result came in) or the time she was caught on camera manufacturing accusations of antisemitic abuse, and soon after she joined she attempted to deny there is a video of her discussing a £1m bribe from Shai Masoud - this video, in fact - soon followed by being reported to the Information Commissioner’s Office for attempting to access the data of Labour after she had resigned, which she gave plentiful evidence of her involvement by sending a mass e-mail to Enfield North members after she had resigned

This was soon followed by Anna Soubry demonstrating her devotion to The Independent Group Ltd’s new politics by calling nine years of Tory austerity “marvelous” before complaining that she was no longer allowed to campaign on behalf of Tory council candidates, while Heidi Allen spoke in favour of Universal Credit and stated she would support Theresa May if she faced another No Confidence vote in parliament, because apparently supporting not just the policies but the leader of the party you just left is “new politics” now

According to Candace Owens there was absolutely nothing wrong with Hitler until he began to interfere in other countries as (and these are direct quotes) "it’s important to retain your country’s identity”, that he “just wanted to make Germany great” and “The problem is that he wanted, he had dreams outside of Germany. He wanted to globalise” - which I am sure would have come to some degree of comfort to the countless Jews residing within Germany who found themselves the target for persecution and extermination long before Hitler considered invading Poland

After loudly pondering to anyone with press credentials about how to combat the knife crime problem it finally occurred to Sajid Javid what needs to be done - he needed to cut funding for knife crime programmes, soon followed by not even bothering to show up in Commons when questions about knife crime were on the agenda, choosing to send a lackey to dodge any and all questions in his stead

In yet another case of Arron Banks needing to lie because his bullshit had been exposed by real life intervening, when his comment that Britait wouldn’t affect Toyota investing in Sunderland was undermined by Toyota moving manufacture of the new X-Trail out of Sunderland and relocating it to Japan, the best he could come up with was the market for diesel cars in Britain isn't that great - which I’m sure will come of great comfort to the people of Sunderland who will be out of work because of this move

It appears that Liam Neeson doesn't have a particular set of skills when it comes to promoting his films as nobody’s talking about his latest film and instead talking about how he said that he wanted to murder a black man after somebody close to him was raped by a black man - not the black man responsible, mind you, but any black man he could find while roaming the streets. Even his attempt at recovering fell a little bit flat when he suggested that people need to talk about feelings of rage-fuelled vengeance, but the issue is nobody was talking about this because Neeson himself talked about it in the worst way possible to begin with

Somehow the message didn't reach Chris Williamson as, in an effort to criticise the weaponisation of antisemitism to manufacture a weapon to bludgeon Labour with, he did so in such a way that the main takeaway was he said Labour were “too apologetic” when faced with accusations of antisemitism and guaranteed that, as a result, that blunt weapon would be brought out to bludgeon Labour with yet again

It really does say something that Jacob Rees-Mogg, Andrea Leadsom, David Davis, Arlene Foster, Sajid Javid, Kate Hoey, Peter Bone et al were all up in arms at Donald Tusk’s comments about there being a special place in hell for those backing the Leave campaign without ever formulating a plan, each of them finding their own way to whine about how insulted they were (as if we hadn’t had years of various Leave backers comparing the EU to either the Soviet Union or Third Reich) yet not a single one of them seemed to think it worth suggesting that they had a plan let alone suggest what that plan was

This wasn’t the only time Kate Hoey mouthed off and looked an idiot because of it either, as she also tooks to Twitter to dust off that old chestnut of how nobody voted for any member of the EU, specifically targeting Guy Verhofstadt - only for Verhofstadt to point out that hundreds of thousands did, and it says a lot that those so adamant about leaving the EU don’t know a bloody thing about it

Another month and another example of the BBC using Question Time as a platform not for informed debate but an echo chamber for the far right, with them bussing in and spouter of all manner of bigoted and sectarian bile Billy Mitchell once again tucked away in the audience masquerading as a member of the public, which is at least the fourth time this has been noticed, and they went so far as to allow Mitchell to chat with at least one member of the panel before the taping began which is in direct contravention of the BBC’s own rules - and even edited out the SNP panelist’s response. Of course Mitchell isn’t the only case of this, as the Bolton chapter of the English Defence League were invited en masse to one taping while last year Jonathan Jennings was given similar treatment to Mitchell in spite the minor inconvenience of him being given a prison sentence for posting antisemitic and Islamophobic comments online and threatening to kill Jeremy Corbyn - which means it's worth mentioning that the Question Time audience being picked by Alison Fuller Pedley who, prior to deleting her Facebook account, shared material from Britain First among many other far right groups

Barking mad idiot Nadine Dorries managed to top her usual level of batshittery by tweeting a video of journalist Ash Sarkar while stating it was Labour candidate Faiza Shaheen - and when this mistake was pointed out to her she didn’t apologise but say she got confused because the two had similar accents, which doesn’t at all sound like she thinks all Asian women look alike - which is clearly the case, given she has not apologised to Sarkar or Shaheen, but did apologise to the BBC

Beating the deadest of dead horses was Chris Quinn as he became the latest person determined to die on the hill where Jack Thompson and Leland Yee died on when he decided that the one thing guaranteed to stop school shootings was for Pennsylvania to introduce a 10% Sin Tax on violent video games - yet at no point in his proposal did he ever suggest that maybe these things called guns might have something to do with America’s school shooting problem

Because saying his Chinese wife was Japanese wasn’t enough proof that Jeremy ...Hunt is a hapless failure as Foreign Secretary, on a visit to Slovenia he described the country as a “Soviet vassal state” - in other words he publicly stated he can’t tell which country was part of the Soviet Union and which country was part of Yugoslavia while in a country that was part of Yugoslavia

Another month another humiliation for Chris Grayling - but this time he really excelled himself by being banned from the port of Calais by French port authorities who’d had enough of his impotent posturing and were happy to slap him with what was, in effect, a diplomatic ASBO

Convicted rapist Bill Cosby is clearly still coming to terms with that guilty verdict he was slapped judging by the statement he released where Cosby howls about how he’s a political prisoner, going so far as to compare himself to Nelson Mandela, Martin Luther King and Mahatma Gandhi, talking conspiratorial gibberish about the judge who passed sentence and the DA who brought charges, and finishing up by saying he has no remorse, because saying you have no remorse for what you were locked up for is always a good look...

Sneering fuckwit Toby Young had one takeaway from the schoolchildren going on strike to protest against climate change, and that takeaway was that if they were going to strike they should do it at the weekend - which makes it sound an awful lot like sneering fuckwit Toby Young doesn’t understand the concept of a strike - although the sneering fuckwit was hardly alone, not when Theresa May dismissed them as “disruptive” and (irony of ironies) “Wasting time” while Daily Mail hatchet-wielder and person who has seen Michael Gove naked Sarah Vine sneered they were taking “an excellent opportunity to avoid doing any work”, soon followed by Andrea Leadsom harrumphing about “truancy” while James Cleverley, Dan Hodges and Christopher Hope all made remarkably similar comments about “bunking off”

Not only is Tom Bower such a joke that his expose of Jeremy Corbyn reveals the shocking revelation of him eating baked beans *dramatic chord* but he then went on Good Morning Britain and referred to Michael Segalov as “a self-hating Jew” which, the last time I checked, sounds uncannily like he discriminated against a Jewish person on the basis of their religion while being broadcast live on national television...which none of the GMB hosts did anything about and I don’t see any of The Independent Group Ltd making so much as a peep about it either

Filibustering enthusiast Christopher Chope once again demonstrated his levels of respect and tolerance for women by deciding to block a vote on laws protecting at risk children from female genital mutilation, a move which drew condemnation from both side of the House of Commons, which as per usual he attempted to deflect by saying he won’t let any Private Members Bill pass without debate - apart from the dozens he let through without debate

At first it appeared that Mark Lewis was continuing his sleazy approach to lawyerly matters of randomly tweeting people to say he was representing them and demanding they post their personal information online - only for it to soon transpire that, no, Lewis was actually acting on behalf of Rachel Riley and Tracy Ann Oberman as they decided that encouraging their Twitter followers to dogpile onto anyone who dares disagree with them is no longer enough, now it's time to make an example of them by dragging them to court while crying to their friends in the press about how they are the ones being bullied and harassed online

According to Jacob Rees Mogg it was...let me double check my notes...right, according to Jacob Rees Mogg there was nothing wrong with the concentration camps used by the British during the Boer War because the number of people who died in them was consistent with the mortality rate in Glasgow at the time. He overlooks the part about the numbers of women and children dying in those camps being much higher than the numbers of women and children in Glasgow, but why quibble about that when his main argument was justifying the use of concentration camps?

In a fit of desperation Brandon Lewis decided to harrumph loudly about Sally Keeble liking a dick pic on Twitter - which only led to people noticing that he didn't have problems when it was Tory MP Andrew Griffiths sent dick pics in their hundreds to his constituents, and that him being restored to the party in order to have Theresa May narrowly win a vote of No Confidence from her own party could only have been signed off by...Brandon Lewis

It appears that a very different version of history was taught at the school Daniel Kawczynski attended compared to that of everyone else educated at the time, judging by his tweet suggesting that Britain did not receive a penny after WWII as there was no Marshall Plan for us...other than the $4bn that the UK received from the Marshall Plan, but that’s not important right now

In a remarkable lack of self-awareness Suzanne Evans bitterly complained about the roaming charges on her phone contract increasing, seemingly unaware that the reason those roaming charges used to be much lower was because of EU legislation - yes, since you asked, that would be the exact same EU that Suzanne Evans was a prominent advocate of leaving because apparently they offer no benefit to the British whatsoever...

Proving that the apple doesn't fall far from the orange-hued tree was Donald Trump Jnr tweeting a photo as he tried to suggest every single woman in Congress (including Nancy Pelosi) was a traitor for not wearing a US flag pin - only to have it pointed out to him that neither was he...

Somebody at THQ Nordic thought it was a brilliant idea to announce an AMA not on Reddit nor Twitter but on 8chan, because the one place any company should be hosting an AMA is on 4chan’s even nastier little brother than has been delisted from Google due to being used to share images of child pornography

Showing they hadn’t read Downsize This! at any point in the last 23 years those fine folks at Activision announced record profits while also laying off 8% of their staff, a reported 800 people, because their record profits somehow didn’t translate into record bonuses so somebody had to pay for it

As it's been a while since Youtube did something harebrained that made things far more complicated for content creators with their latest genius idea is to demonetise channels because of comments that other people made on the video, with them going so far as to demonetise videos of creators who were moderating their comments section on the presumption that dodgy comments might be coming sometime soon

It seems that Ja Rule is having difficulty accepting that the Fyre Festival was a blatant scam arranged by an obvious scammer, because even after two documentaries picked apart just how non-legitimate the entire endeavour was he’s saying he hasn’t given up on the idea, which maybe isn’t the smartest position to take when there’s numerous lawsuits and criminal investigations that happen to have his name on them

Because it appears Bethesda can’t go a month without Fallout 76 being the decrepit goose that keeps shitting on their shoes, they decided to make sure they were responsible for needing yet another change of loafers by banning a player who had amassed over 900 hours in the game for having too much ammunition. Because when your playerbase has nosedived since launch, the one thing you really want to do is ban one of the players whose put a lot of time into the game for reasons that make no sense because anyone playing the game for 900 hours would pick up a hell of a lot of ammo

Don’t worry, folks, it appears that Julia Hartley Brewer has solved all the post-Britait issues in one tweet when she said it took just twenty seconds for her to get across the border between France and Switzerland so everything will be alright. In other words, Julia Hartley Brewer either forgot about or merely omitted that Switzerland is part of the Schengen agreement, she was travelling between France and Switzerland rather than the UK and any EU country, and that the UK currently being part of the EU is the reason her border check took so little time and that wouldn’t be the case if she was traveling on, say, a Latvian passport

Hentai enthusiast thewisemankey, otherwise known as tedious shitposter Gregory Prytyka Jr. (and no doubt several other Disqus pseudonyms) was so gracious enough to boost my analytics in an effort to prove how he was definitely not thin-skinned and incapable of taking responsibility when his shitposting backfires...which demonstrated he’s thin-skinned and unable to take responsibility when his shitposting backfires, and considering said shitposting was last December the fact he’s still bawling about it in February really isn’t normal behaviour, is it?

And, of course, getting remarkably triggered by Spike Lee suggesting people vote with love not hate in the 2020 election is Donald Trump and his charming habit of being more concerned for the wellbeing of one of his supporters than the journalist his supporter happened to be assaulting at the time, who also believes he can steal a march on China by demanding American businesses adopt non-existent 6G technology now

#dickheads of the month

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