Classy with a hint of Sassy!!
Africa meets India.
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Eclectic. Respect it!!
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I was always a bit of a clothes horse. Looking good means a lot to me. Now I no longer have the chance to dress up as I did when I was young I still like to express my fashion sense when the opportunity arises. I’m not hitting the club anymore, dating or even hanging out with my girls because #1 I’m older and #2 my job is not conducive to socializing. As a museum guard I wear a non-descript ugly blue uniform that fits poorly and has me looking like a poor man’s Charlie Chaplin. Basically the uniforms are to make us visable to the public when they need assistance and the rest of the time fade into the background. Most visitors to the museum have no idea that most of the guards are visual artists, painters, sculptors, film-makers, musicians and photographers. Why are we museum guards because we can’t make a living with with our dreams and passions, we need to pay our bills and we need health and dental insurance. Therefore when I get off work and change into my street clothes I go from being a nobody back to me, a human being. Many of my guard co-workers express ourselves through our clothing, tattoos, piercings projecting an artistic vibe. Then we are on display as the creative human beings we really are. Hopefully during my vacation in May some of my museum guard buddies will allow me to share their sartorial expressions. Will let you know if that happens.
My Lumpy phase. As you can see I was growing out of the dress.
As a photographer I wanted to honor this photographer and artist who passed away. His specialty portraits, mine Urban or Street photography. He also speaks about the influence of fashion in his artworks.
The artist, best known for his bold portraits of Black people, passed away early this morning.
What is your favorite holiday?
Halloween. But during this season I choose Kwanzaa which is an African-American Cultural Holiday celebrating Black culture and Unity. Actually it can be observed by All persons of African Descent. Kwanzaa enables me to return and honor the traditions of my African Ancestors.
What types of food is associated with your holiday?
Unfortunately since I’m always at work I don’t do any cooking nor do I get to attend the Kwanzaa celebrations I’m invited to. However I do have some African garb which I plan to wear and I will post sometime between December 26th and Jan. 1st.
Do you travel for your holiday?
No. It’s not necessary.
Is it a religious or spiritual holiday?
It does have spiritual aspects but it can be celebrated by African-Americans of all faiths and belief systems. It is a way for Black people to celebrate Our African Heritage! Celebrating Family, Community and Culture. Kwanzaa means First Fruits!!
Is there a gift exchange?
No. Kwanzaa does not focus or greed or gift giving. It is all about Black Unity!! Umoja!!
How long does the celebration last?
Optional Bonus question: What are you grateful for from last week, and what are you looking forward to in the week coming up?
The job is going well. People like me and I’m accepted at my workplace. Looking forward to Kwanzaa!! May the Seven 7 Principles Live Strong and Proud in All Peoples of African Descent!! Ase!!
As Creator and Moderator of this blog I reserve the right to call out any stupid, racist, sexist, dumb ass or ageist comments. I recently ReBlogged a post about an All Black Cowgirls Team. Anyone who has an ounce of good sense and a knowledge of racist American History should know why Black people in this country need and must have All Black Teams, Events, Organizations, Groups etc….. There has rarely been and given the upcoming administration will be any societies, organizations, groups, etc… where Blacks are or will be seen as equals. We’ve been having this battle for 400 years and even through the eight years of the Obama administration you see how a racist bigoted Congress and Senate did their level best to obstruct any forward positive moves that President Obama tried to make during his administration.
Actually since things are going backwards in the USA for people of Color it behooves us to band together and do for self because the government is about to pull the rug out from under us regarding any benefits, services or programs designed to benefit all American Citizens. Even though we have worked just as hard if not harder and without pay for the most part to build this country up.
To All My Black People for Christmas and Kwanzaa please do your best to Buy Black.
I am proud of being a Black Woman and as for anyone who does not like it or disagrees with me promoting and uplifting my own people I got two words for you. FUCK OFF!!
Now getting back to ignorant racist comments like the one Mr. GP Cox put on my Black Cowgirls post. Is this guy for real? IS TODAY DUMB MUTHA FUCKER DAY?!
I used to ride horses and i admire this group, but i don’t understand why they feel they need to be an all-Black team. Are there teams called the all-white cowgirls?
Did he really ask such a stupid ass question to me as a Black Woman in this hateful country where I have been physically just because I am Black and a Woman? Where my father who served this country during the Korean War was denied service in a restaurant in Washington, DC while in uniform? Does he not understand that the reason why my Great, Great Grandfather served in the 29th Colored Regiment. The reason there the Tuskegee Airmen existed!!
Where every positive deed and action has been negated by the greater white population since 1492. Are you kidding me. Give me a fucking break!!
I wonder what white bread universe Mr. Cox is living in? Is he out of his fucking mind? No. Now let me think. Oh yes he must live in white bread New Burbia where folks who look like me are servants, maids, butlers, etc…. You know that America that Mr. Dhrump is about to return us to. The fabulous 40s, 50s & 60s where attack dogs were set upon us. Where we were hosed down in the streets with fire hoses and where we are systemically shot by the KKK racist bigoted police while our hands are up in surrender.
When I read comments like this I know in my heart and mind that this country will never be united as one. This unity business is all a lot of trash talk and bullshit because at 11:00 am today Sunday morning white people will go to their churches and Black folks will go to ours.
In the meantime Mr. GP Cox I will give you this opportunity to unsubscribe and UnFollow all my blogs now!
Taking more control of my physical health. In order to get better and be better I’ve got to do better. Complaining does not help. Whining is useless. Action is needed. Thus I’m going on a Vitamin regime. I think that some of my tiredness and exhaustion may come from not getting enough vitamins. I’m sick and tired of being sick and tired!! Tired of cancelling fun times, parties and events with friends because of being exhausted!! I’m only in my 50s and I don’t want to feel like I’m in my 70s or 80s!!
I’m been shoring up my finances with as much overtime as humanly possible and I’m going to treat myself to a type of Vitamin Spa. One of the many great things about New York City is that everything is available to keep you healthy and strong. All types of options. Some are not covered by insurance. Some are a bit expensive but with careful saving one can make use of the many holistic options New York City offers.
Ahhh…. So beautiful. My Dream. I went to bed in New York and woke up in Ghana! One day we will meet face to face and I will Lift my hands in Praise to the MotherLand. A kidnapped daughter returning to her Native Soil. Clap my hands together and land in Botswana! The Royal Kingdom of Benin. Nigeria My Love She beckons to me. Mama Mozambique I hear you calling my name!
My wings soar high across the Nile into Egypt Land of my Royal ancestors, Hatsheput, Tiye, and Nefertiti.
Who Were the Ancient Egyptians? They are us and we are them. We are all all Queendoms and Kingdoms of Africa!!
I see the long dark corridor which took me away. That dark ship ride on stormy seas bearing me to an untrue way in which I could no longer sing Creator’s grand melody. I can still hear the moans and groans of the weary, the silent rotting flesh of the dead. Some of cast into the ocean by pale pall bearers. Sanctified in oceans cold womb. For generations and generations I have longed to return. A cast away adrift in seas of detractors. My language, customs, traditions,rites and religion torn from me I recast myself yet never forgot my true self. Throwing off my shackles to be reborn. Warrior Queen reigns over distant shores. Curly kinky tendrils carry me upward off to regal shores.
My cousins sit along African shores awaiting my return.
Other genetic ancestors Navajo, Hopi, Arapaho and Sioux bid me stay, pay homage to our Ancient Americas and dwell among them but I could not. So I Blessed them all and began the long arduous journey homeward. This time No North Star for me only galaxies and universes enveloping me inside the womb of my first Mother.
Don’t wake me up because I’m going home. I’m going home. Five thousand years forward into the past. I’m going home.
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