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  1. Don’t say we never gave you anything.

    khafraco:

    **POSSIBLY NSFW** but then that depends on where you work

    We’ve been wanting to call this “The Day After” … for no real reason other than … well … itsarifitz spent most of the day after Valentine’s Day (which also happens to be her bday … everybody say “Happy birthday, Ari!”) editing it.

    Also, because folks spend A LOT of time trying to create some dream of love or lust or intense desire for 24 hours only, 1 day a year … but we kind of want that the day after too … and then every day after that.  

    And don’t we deserve it?

    Lucky for us, we get to do all of that with some amazing creatives + even more amazing fashion … pretty much anytime we want it!

    So here’s a “Few Days After Valentine’s Day” gift from us to you!  If you’re interested in any of the pieces, we’ve got some amazing shots coming from Meg Allen Studio this week!  Stay tuned!

    And … fall in love or lust or intense desire … with something!

    —-

    9 hours. 3 girls. 1 Elevator. 

    Special thanks to JackLucy for providing the featured track, “Poison Me to Blend.”

    This film was shot, directed, and edited by Ari Fitz.

    Creative direction, hair/makeup/styling by khoLi. of Khafra Company.

    Wardrobe provided by:

    Danielle Wood Designs

    Mercy Vintage

    Queering Vintage

    SandMaiden Sleepwear

  2. whackedup:

    thepeculiarkind:

    SIGNAL BOOST

    Dear TPK Family!

    On November 7, 2013, Hubba’s  mother and best friend was diagnosed with Stage IV Cervical Cancer and was later told that she only has a year to live. 

    More from Hubba…

    We are in no way ready to give up and give in to this disease and plan to fight (kicking and screaming if need be) for more years of happiness and memories. Much of her treatment consists of monthly visits to dozens of doctors for everything from Chemotherapy to Radiation and regular check-ups. I am still very concerned about her motivation and mental state through all of this. 

    My mother, Jalila, is currently taking care of my 14-year old sister and cannot work. I help out financially with bills and food on a monthly basis. Money has always been extremely tight and often non-existent to points where she would get very creative with our meals and entertainment. 

    My family and I have overcome a lot and beat the odds that have been against us -to the surprise of many. I am the oldest of three and I’ve always assumed a supportive role as a leader in my family. Now, I want to take that full throttle and do something that will alleviate the weight of all this diagnosis and the trauma it brings to everyone in contact. 

    Please help me help my family and bring some much needed smiles to their faces. #LilaPieVaca

    Thanks for you time!
    Mila

    CLICK HERE TO DONATE

    Spread this shit around like wild fire you all. Please. 

    (via mecherabbit)

  3. Have you queers fallen in love with Ari Fitz yet?
itsarifitz:

This week on The Real World: Ex-Plosion, I made you all fall deeply, deeply in love. I think something is in the water. I like it.
Peep the answers to this week’s #AUTOARI questions.

    Have you queers fallen in love with Ari Fitz yet?

    itsarifitz:

    This week on The Real World: Ex-PlosionI made you all fall deeply, deeply in love. I think something is in the water. I like it.

    Peep the answers to this week’s #AUTOARI questions.

  4. tendertough:

grrlyman:

Enakai needs your help
In December my four year relationship ended, my employment ended, and I was hospitalized against my will. I’m down to my last $40. Like most folks of color, I hate asking for help, but with no family and no money coming in, I’m desperate. I’ve been selling things on ebay and etsy, trying to make money any way I can, and applying for jobs, but I have to admit that I need help. I still have to pay $175 on a traffic ticket I’ve paid half of, first and last month’s rent for the new place I move, and $400 to drive across country. This brings it to a little over 1500, so I’m asking for that amount and hoping that I’ll be able to get enough from the side jobs I’m doing to cover food and anything else that comes up. If people are able to lend instead of donate, that would be preferable.
A short version of my story is below, for anyone who cares:My family life was always abusive and unstable, which meant that up until the age of 11 I was regularly homeless, starving, or subjected to violence and sexual assault. After that, I lived with my father, whose neglect was welcomed over what I’d come from. Shortly after coming out as a lesbian I was raped for the second time at 13, and my father decided that I was either lying or bringing it on myself and institutionalized me. After I got out, he moved me to Georgia, in part for the better job opportunities for a black man in Atlanta, and in part to avoid the rape trial. His girlfriend soon kicked me out for making a necklace that said, “dyke,” and I lived with friends, worked, and eventually bought a $100 car to live in.If it weren’t for the help of some friends and a couple high school teachers I can’t even imagine where I’d be, but they helped me stay safe, and encouraged me to graduate and apply to colleges. I got a full scholarship, and was able to move into dorms, giving me a place to stay during the school year. Without family, and with loosing a lot of the support from high school, college was overwhelming. The addictive personality I’ve struggled with since childhood took over, and I was soon doing a lot of coke. Eventually I switched to meth and stopped attending classes. Luckily, a professor stepped in and encouraged me to go to a rehab for homeless women, where I stayed for 2 years.At 24 I graduated college, took a job as a case manager for people with developmental disabilities, and settled into my first real home. It’s the first place I was ever allowed to decorate, the first place that felt mine. I’ve lived here for 3 years now, and it’s the longest I’ve ever stayed anywhere. In December my relationship ended due to my white partner’s racism. It was devastating, losing the family and home I’d worked so hard to build. Things got very dark, and I considered suicide. Instead, I was involuntarily institutionalized for 2 days where I was mistreated and misgendered, exacerbating the hopelessness I was feeling. I got out feeling no better, but as the days have passed I’ve been reminded by friends and loved ones of my strength and purpose. I want to live again.It’s time to move on, though. While I love the south, it doesn’t feel like home to me, and having gotten a glimpse of what that can feel like, I’m going to find it again. Help if you can. If not, thanks for reading and spreading!

help support this fucking phenomenal human being if you can. like, if you’ve ever reblogged one of enakai’s selifes or pieces of brilliant/fierce wisdom, you can fuckin signal boost this. 

    tendertough:

    grrlyman:

    Enakai needs your help

    In December my four year relationship ended, my employment ended, and I was hospitalized against my will. I’m down to my last $40. Like most folks of color, I hate asking for help, but with no family and no money coming in, I’m desperate. I’ve been selling things on ebay and etsy, trying to make money any way I can, and applying for jobs, but I have to admit that I need help. I still have to pay $175 on a traffic ticket I’ve paid half of, first and last month’s rent for the new place I move, and $400 to drive across country. This brings it to a little over 1500, so I’m asking for that amount and hoping that I’ll be able to get enough from the side jobs I’m doing to cover food and anything else that comes up. If people are able to lend instead of donate, that would be preferable.


    A short version of my story is below, for anyone who cares:

    My family life was always abusive and unstable, which meant that up until the age of 11 I was regularly homeless, starving, or subjected to violence and sexual assault. After that, I lived with my father, whose neglect was welcomed over what I’d come from. Shortly after coming out as a lesbian I was raped for the second time at 13, and my father decided that I was either lying or bringing it on myself and institutionalized me. After I got out, he moved me to Georgia, in part for the better job opportunities for a black man in Atlanta, and in part to avoid the rape trial. His girlfriend soon kicked me out for making a necklace that said, “dyke,” and I lived with friends, worked, and eventually bought a $100 car to live in.

    If it weren’t for the help of some friends and a couple high school teachers I can’t even imagine where I’d be, but they helped me stay safe, and encouraged me to graduate and apply to colleges. I got a full scholarship, and was able to move into dorms, giving me a place to stay during the school year. Without family, and with loosing a lot of the support from high school, college was overwhelming. The addictive personality I’ve struggled with since childhood took over, and I was soon doing a lot of coke. Eventually I switched to meth and stopped attending classes. Luckily, a professor stepped in and encouraged me to go to a rehab for homeless women, where I stayed for 2 years.

    At 24 I graduated college, took a job as a case manager for people with developmental disabilities, and settled into my first real home. It’s the first place I was ever allowed to decorate, the first place that felt mine. I’ve lived here for 3 years now, and it’s the longest I’ve ever stayed anywhere. In December my relationship ended due to my white partner’s racism. It was devastating, losing the family and home I’d worked so hard to build. Things got very dark, and I considered suicide. Instead, I was involuntarily institutionalized for 2 days where I was mistreated and misgendered, exacerbating the hopelessness I was feeling. I got out feeling no better, but as the days have passed I’ve been reminded by friends and loved ones of my strength and purpose. I want to live again.

    It’s time to move on, though. While I love the south, it doesn’t feel like home to me, and having gotten a glimpse of what that can feel like, I’m going to find it again. Help if you can. If not, thanks for reading and spreading!

    help support this fucking phenomenal human being if you can. like, if you’ve ever reblogged one of enakai’s selifes or pieces of brilliant/fierce wisdom, you can fuckin signal boost this. 

    (via badbilliejean)

  5. Tom tries to adorably make moves on Ari, but with really awful pick up lines.

    Ari to Producers: Oh, Tom… :)

    Ari: I suck at lying, like…

    Dude, I like PUSSY, so…

    Thomas: Oh.

    ———

    On being asked if she’s a lesbian because her dad was not around:

    Ari: No… I just really like PUSSY.