#blackwomanhood

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[toldbytendo]

"no more microphones: how misogynoir continues to reveal itself — it’s time for podcast licenses." 🙄

Hey lovelies,

I’m tired and I wanna talk about it…🤦🏾‍♀️

Podcast licenses should most definitely be a thing. Honestly, if this is the kind of content that "free speech" allows, maybe we need to rethink it altogether. Imagine the peace we'd have if people (men) needed approval before being handed a mic—because right now, it seems like anyone (men) with an internet connection and a bad opinion gets a platform. If a little censorship could keep this kind of nonsense rubbish out of our ears, it may be worth it!

Watching the recent controversy unfold with James and Fuhad from Shxts and Gigs has actually really irritated and annoyed me. James and Fuhad’s comments about Black women weren’t just offhand or "jokes." They were rooted in a long-standing pattern of dehumanising, belittling, and degrading Black women in ways that are too familiar to ignore. I saw their apology, if you can even call it that, and I was left wondering—do they really believe they did something wrong, or are they just trying to calm the storm? When Andrew joined in, laughing at their apology on his own platform, it only made it worse. This is the circle we keep going around in. Men laughing at other men for even attempting to apologise for their wrongdoing, while we, Black women, are left sitting with the pain of being torn apart by the same people we would naturally expect to come to our defence.

First and foremost, it’s absolutely nobody’s place besides Black women to tell us how we should feel about this controversy. We were the ones disrespected and degraded, and it is entirely our right to process and cope with that in whatever way we see fit. Whether that means speaking out, stepping back, or holding onto our anger for as long as we need, it’s not up to anyone else—especially not Black men or those defending these actions—to dictate how we react. We are the offended party here, and we deserve the space to feel, grieve, and respond on our own terms.

My initial thoughts were simple: we (Black women) need to stop expecting Black men with microphones, who *very clearly* do not like Black women, to run to our defense. I’ve spent too much time hoping for the men in our community to step up and recognise the harm they perpetuate, but the truth is, many of them simply won’t. They don’t have the emotional maturity, nor the desire, or mental capacity to understand the nuances of what it means to be a Black woman in this world.

But my perspective has since shifted. It’s not just about expecting them to be ‘pro-Black’ or ‘pro-Black women’. That’s too idealistic at this point. It’s about speaking up against blatant racism and disrespect, especially when it’s directed at women in their own community. This isn’t about policing preference. I truly support and encourage anyone, Black men included to love who they love, wholeheartedly. It’s literally not about who you’re attracted to. It’s about the line that gets crossed when Black women are made to feel inferior, unworthy, and less-than in the eyes of Black men who have been indoctrinated with the same anti-Blackness that white supremacy relies on. You can quite literally see it playing out in this situation, Andrew (a known misogynist, racist and white suprematist) is quite literally getting exactly what he hoped out of this situation.

We’re not even talking about accountability anymore. At this point, it’s about survival. We truly deserve better, but I personally can no longer waste my energy demanding something that feels like it's constantly being denied. I feel so defeated. It’s such a debilitating and depressing experience opening social media and seeing your community, Black women, being dragged, laughed at, bullied and degraded online. We’re only human. We keep calling out the harmful rhetoric. We keep showing how deeply it affects us. Yet, there’s always a flood of Black men defending their behavior, telling us we’re “too sensitive” or that “it’s never that serious.” They show up to silence us rather than holding their brothers accountable.

Would it have been “not that serious” if they had spent an entire podcast episode dragging Black men instead? Would Andrew have laughed and mocked an apology if the target wasn’t Black women, but someone who looked like him? There’s no question that they would have had something to say. But when it’s about us?

Crickets. 🦗

I don’t have the energy to argue anymore. We’re in 2024. If Black men haven’t unlearned their internalized racism by now, then they never will. Anti-Blackness runs rampant within our own community, and it breaks my heart. I’ve said all I can, and I know many of you feel the same—tired, heartbroken, and utterly defeated.

The truth is, we don’t need validation from these men, and we don’t need to keep begging for respect. We’ve seen time and time again that some of them just aren’t capable of giving it. But what we do need is to recognise that our hurt is valid, and it’s okay to feel disturbed by what’s happening. It’s okay to be bothered when you see these “apologies” that do nothing but laugh in the face of accountability. It’s okay to disengage, to stop pouring your energy into a well that doesn’t run deep enough to support you.

At times like these, the importance of looking to one another, to other Black women, for a sense of community is more crucial than ever. We need to uplift one another because, as painful as it is, controversies like this reveal some dark realities that come with being a Black woman. But it’s just one part of the experience—it doesn’t define us. Unionising and speaking out when disrespect like this occurs is essential, not just to raise awareness but for ourselves—to make it clear that we see what’s happening and we will not forget. But once we’ve spoken up, we also need to remind ourselves to move on from these moments of disrespect.

This ridiculousness will never define Black womanhood, because only we have the power to define who we are. Black womanhood is not aggression, manipulation, or whatever else they try to paint us as. We know better. It’s a multifaceted, beautiful experience that can never be reduced to the tired, harmful stereotypes these men keep pushing. We don’t need to rely on podcasts hosted by racists, misogynists, and anti-Black clowns to tell us who we are. Our sense of self, our strength, and our beauty is something only we can shape, and we do.

Because at the end of the day, it’s not about expecting better from them anymore. It’s about demanding respect for ourselves—whether they give it to us or not. And sometimes, that means stepping back to protect your peace.

Just had to get that off my chest, feeling a lot at the moment. 🫠🥴

[ewelethemystic]

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[angielifecoach]

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[tiphaniedyme]

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[harvardfineartslib]

“This whole notion of the disappeared, I think, is something that runs through my work. I’m very interested in absence and presence in the way that particularly black women’s experience and black women’s contribution to culture are so often erased and marginalized. So that it’s important for me as an individual, and obviously as a black woman artist, to put black women back in the center of the frame—both literally within the photographic image, but also within the cultural institutions where our work operates.” – Maud Sulter.

Women artists have been marginalized in art history and cultural institutions at large. In particular, women artists of color have had a hard time entering into the art world and having their work be recognized and appreciated.

The artists represented in this book, “Black Womanhood: Images, Icons, and Ideologies of the African Body,” interrogate the representation of black female body in their work. The book explores how historical icons inform our perception of black female body, and how contemporary artists respond to the historical view on black female body by examining such themes as beauty, fertility, sexuality, maternity, and women’s power in society.

1) Image of cover.  Work pictured is Maud Sulter's "Terpsichore", 1989

2) 2 page spread. Left shows Kara Walker's artist's book "Freedom: A Fable; A Curious Interpretation of the Wit of a Negress in Troubled Times," 1997. Right: Fazal Sheik, 1993-2002 photograph "Amina Alia Abdi and her son Mohammed, feeding center, Somali refugee camp, Mandera, Kenya."

3) 2 page spread. Left shows Carrie Mae Weems's "Untitled (From Here I Saw What Happened and I Cried)", 1995-96.  Right shows Alison Saar's "Caché", 2006

Black womanhood : images, icons, and ideologies of the African body edited by Barbara Thompson ; with essays by Ifi Amadiume ... [et al.]. Hanover, N.H. : Hood Museum of Art, Dartmouth College ; Seattle : In association with University of Washington Press, c2008. 374 p. : ill. (some col.) ; 31 cm. English Issued in connection with an exhibition held Mar. 8-Sept. 7, 2008, Hood Museum of Art, Dartmouth College, Hanover, New Hampshire, and at later dates, Davis Museum, Wellesley College, Wellesley, Massachusetts, and San Diego Museum of Art, San Diego, California. c2008 HOLLIS number: 990114140520203941

[cozygirl-lj]

🧡Motherhood🧡

[therainbowtimes]

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[mommyingwhileblack-blog]

In an effort to showcase stories of Black Motherhood during these extraordinary times, and combat the "bad Mom " crowd, I asked 30+ Black mothers to describe their time in quarantine in 3-4 word and to be as transparent as possible. The response was amazing! The theme very clear, but I'll let you decide. Every Monday and Wednesday we will feature a new Mom. No long stories, just their picture and honest feelings on Motherhood ❤ Black Motherhood🖤 During Quarantine💚 Enjoy! If you're interested in being a part of this important project, follow the link in my bio! #blackmothehood #blackwomanhood #Blackmotherhoodintimesofquarantine #Blackwomen #blackmothers #blackgirlmagic #blackjoy #beautyineverything #blackblogsmatter https://www.instagram.com/p/CBdM8F9JLho/?igshid=5f83dl3wfldk

[iamaizha]

On Wednesday’s we wear pink

[toldbytendo]

to love me is to understand me - written by a lover girl 🥹

I want to talk about love, again. Lately, I’ve been reflecting on what I truly want in a relationship. I’ve come to realise that, more than anything, I crave understanding. Love, in so many ways, has always felt more accessible — something that can come quickly, often heightened by emotions or simple moments. But being understood? It feels so much deeper, so much more intimate. It’s about being truly seen for who you are, not just loved for the parts that are easy to embrace.

I think a lot about love, possibly too much. I blame Disney and k-dramas for making me such a romantic. But, as I’m growing, I’m beginning to realise that love, at least on its own is not always enough. It’s one thing to love someone; it’s another to *really* understand them. When I say understanding, I’m not just talking about talking stage topics, like favourite colours, favourite foods or what their pet peeves are. I’m talking about understanding the reasons why, the parts of me that are unspoken, the things I may not always have the words for-the things that are intertwined with my identity, history and experiences.

There just feels like such a difference between being loved and being understood. Love can be generous and so engulfing it feels like you’re being encompassed by it, but understanding brings with it a level of safety, connection and intimacy that love alone doesn’t always provide. To be understood is to feel seen in a way that doesn’t require explanation, where someone gets the nuances of who you are and holds space for all the complexities you bring, not just as a partner, but as a human being.

I think that’s what I crave most in a relationship; a love that doesn’t settle simply for affection, empty words, a love so deep with someone that seeks to know and understand me. It’s this thought that has fulled my recent questioning of what it means to be in a romantic relationship these days. The romantic ideals I formerly had on what it means to be loved were so deeply shaped by society, media and external expectations. The more I’ve found myself thinking about it, the more I now realise the values that define love to me, the values that I pray will one day be the foundation of my relationship with the love of my life only further support my belief that it’s more important to feel understood. Especially in a world that can often feel cold, superficial, insincere and occasionally isolating.

Understanding has never been about just agreeing on everything. It’s about seeing the fullness, the range and depth of a person-acknowledging both the difficult and beautiful parts of them-and still choosing to love them. It’s about knowing someone’s fears, their dreams and understanding the ways they navigate the world and the experiences that made them that way, it’s about recognising their struggles and holding space for all of it.

For me, that’s where true intimacy resides. Love can feel passionate and intense, as it should, but understanding is where you find peace. It’s where you can sit in absolute silence with someone and feel completely and totally known. The more I realise what I crave in a partner, the more I realise how much I crave it,

I want to be understood in a way that doesn’t require constant explanation. I want someone who gets the layers of my identity and my experiences, who can read my energy and know when I need space and when I require comfort. I want someone who sees all of me, every little part of me-the quirks, the eccentricities, the complexities, the parts of me that are shaped by my past and my background-and still chooses to lean in.

I’ve learned that understanding someone isn’t just about sharing similar paths. It’s about empathy, curiosity and a willingness to see the world through their eyes-something that transcends cultural or racial lines. It’s a reminder that connection, at its core, comes from a place of shared humanity, even when the paths walked to become the people we are look so different.

So, as I continue to think about love, I know that what I am truly manifesting for myself is a love that’s built on understanding. Because to be understood is to be truly seen, and to be seen is to be loved. In a world that oftentimes feels overwhelming, that’s the kind of love that brings forth comfort, peace and a deeper sense of belonging.

[carameledchocolate]

Coping as a black woman in the world we live in.

[biancajfernandez]

AFROFÉMINAS

Afroféminas es una colección que nació sin la intención de ser una misma. La admiración que tengo por las mujeres negras siempre estuvo, pero desde que conocí mas sus historias, la admiración a su belleza y esa esencia única que tienen, creció. El feminismo negro me hizo admirarlas mucho más, por toda la lucha y el poder que conquistaron. Afroféminas es un grupo feminista de mujeres negras, que como todo feminismo; busca abolir las desigualdades que enfrentan las mujeres. La feminista negra nace dentro de la comunidad, nace dentro de las experiencias de la mujer negra y sus opresiones, es para ellas y por ellas. Su lucha busca poder mirarnos de igual a igual entre mujeres

[stormyswraps]

[cozygirl-lj]

Brown suga n’ honey 💛🤎