It’s 2:03 am. I just awoke. Had to blog this quick before returning to sleep. Wish I was able to sketch animate creatures, objects. Instead I write my sketch, hoping that you see. Imagine the image above with hundreds more, wet, overlapping each other, running at high speeds like cheetah, side by side, front to back, mud splashing under feet, onto bodies, over their heads, into thick air. The sky looked as it does just before rain, smokey and clouded. The air smelled wet, and fresh and sweet like newly cut grass. There were trees and mountains all around. They seemed to jump taller than the trees, but not the mountains. These elephants were on an elephant run, young, old and in between. They tusked each other with love, body checked each other for encouragement-like keep going. They were playing. They were not scarred. Their faces were serene and whole. They were running in a heard to get to some place. They were courageous and unstoppable. The mud was beautiful, smelled earthly like worms. The people watched from their windows, huts, trails in astonishment. Flying cameras followed them close, capturing every moment. Trumpets sounded, rumbling like the sounds their feet made when pouncing upon the muddied earth. This sight was unbelievable and beautiful. I had never dreamed anything like this until now. I’m thankful that these elephants, my triumphant animal spirit warriors came to me this morning. Ps: I looked up if elephants run and the internet said, the trod slowly, lol!

In warm love,
Gracie

The Move Organization is a Black Liberation group from Philadelphia started by John Africa in 1972. According to the group, the word MOVE is not an acronym. It means exactly what it says: MOVE, work, generate, be active. Their philosophy is everything that’s alive moves and If it didn’t, it would be stagnant, dead. Movement is their principle of Life. Self Defense is also one of their principles of life and On May 13, 1985 they definitely showed that. The confrontation began when police came to their house over 100 strong with guns aimed and demanded the MOVE members come outside. Still angry from the 1978 confrontation with police, which resulted in 9 MOVE members being sentenced to 30 to 100 years in prison, they refused. The police then began throwing tear gas and opening fire at the house.
http://sancophaleague.tumblr.com/post/75775827625/the-move-organization-is-a-black-liberation-group

aging is kicking my ass. in other news i remember adding this belt to keep this coat closed. make shift. made it work. circa 2004? ‪I still own this coat. It’s not vegan. My grandmother and mother war animals. Shit we lived on a state side, caught, cooked, and ate our own food, even made our own clothes. This is lineage. It’s so pretty. 🙂

#‎flycoat‬ ‪#‎Lincolnuniversity‬ ‪#‎stylebackthen‬

I hope to always do life big kid style.
Photo by Tyshana Rosado July 23, 2013 (on my brother Davids birthday)

As a ciswoman, able bodied person of color I reap benefits from the way I look, not by how I identify. When my appearance is ‘feminine’ I’m treated with heterosexual privilege. When my appearance is ‘masculine’ I get hateful ‘corrective’ treatment to be who I feel comfortable being. People need to check their privilege. Privilege often happens at the expense of others both conscious and subconsciously. I don’t know of any places on earth where straight, non-disabled, white, male humans etc need plaques or symbols to represent or give them permission to express who they’re. No where that having privilege will condemn self-righteousness in defense of who you are. This picture does not represent pride. It represents a hateful standard showing homosexual communities how to do things. Nothing more than shitty power dynamic-poking fun, degrading, and practicing deep rooted entitlement. My pride will never be more important than someone’s safety, quality of life, and dignity. #Checkyoprivilege