The Trials and Tribulations of being a Fancy Negro

in an un-civilized world


I side-eye my friends a lot. Like real true heartfelt you aint shit and I don’t know why I’m still fucking with you side-eyes.

Too much truth….

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Following your interview on Oprah, your comments speaking on “the new black” has been weighing heavily on my mind. Maybe it’s the pure ignorance of your comments that has my mind rattling or maybe it’s because it’s the utter arrogance you have in thinking that you’ve somehow transcended your race. It wasn’t that long ago when I used to distance myself from other black people on the basis that I thought I was different. I thought I had somehow broke the mold because I listened to alternative music and knew what cosplay was. So ignorantly, I put myself into an imaginary sub category.

It wasn’t until this past summer, while watching the George Zimmerman trials and hearing all the hatred being flung in the direction of a dead child and his grieving family who were strangers to many, that the rose colored glasses I had been wearing broke.

It dawned on me that my blackness wasn’t something I could hide behind activities that had been deemed “white”. My skin will always be the first thing that will greet people at the door before my accolades or hobbies could even reach the door mat. So instead of being a part of the problem, I decided to be a part of the solution in destroying the idea that I was a special little snowflakes.

But that hasn’t resonated with you in your forty plus years of life.
You’ve decided to take it upon yourself and create an elite new group of black people that refer to themselves as “the new black”. Your money and success has blinded your consciousness and your empathy for your own race. You’ve decided that you were too good for us and went to extreme lengths to distance yourself.

Blackness isn’t a state mind. It isn’t something that you can market and sell to the multitudes. My skin color isn’t something I have to make work. People’s ignorance and blatant hatred is what I have to navigate through. You say that “the new black” people don’t blame other for their races, so let’s talk about how your comments are holding our race back. My dreams are boundless and doesn’t need erase my race in order to come into fruition.


A person comfortable in their “old” blackness


Open Letter to Pharrell about “The New Black (via bellecosby)

Welp x3

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“Well, I’ve changed the course of music five or six times. What have you done except fuck the president?”


Miles Davis to Nancy Reagan at a White House dinner in 1987 after she’d inquired as to what he’d done with his life to merit an invitation. (via drencrome)

No fucks given whatsoever, before it was even a thing.

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There’s a line, Cruella. 

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Bell Hooks talked about people like pharrell in the night vision Q&A I remember she spoke about the rise of the liberal individualism climbing so high up the status quo that they separate themselves and believe they transcend their blackness and their individual success is a testament to race not being a factor anymore

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have you ever stopped liking somebody that you liked a lot and suddenly notice that they are a shitty person and realize how blinded you were by how much you liked them

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I was addicted to soap once

I’m clean now


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Some of y’all on here act like you were dropped on your heads a lot as babies and if that’s the case I’m sorry for your pain. If not the case pray for wisdom and guidance you won’t always be in your 20’s.

Once you hit the 30’s shit sharply comes into focus and you will look back at your 20’s and wish you would have made better decisions. Personally, fiscally, and emotionally. Take it from someone who has been there.


look if you unironically say ‘money can’t buy happiness’ then either you’ve never faced a real financial struggle or you’ve achieved enlightenment, because goddamn does financial security feel an awful lot like happiness when it’s something you’re not used to

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