#bedwench

[renegadeurbanmediasource]

Yep. That’s why have so many yassaboss, clout chasers! Their minds are constantly trained to be subservient to massa! That’s why they continue to bad-mouth our own people!

#uncletom #sambo #bedwench #kanyewest #candaceowens #housenegro #larryelder #knowledgeofself

[kkpublishing]

This is what y'all outchea doin? Where u at @tariqelite? #bedwench #colonizer #interracialcouple #selfhate #torylanez #megantheestallion #arutisuse https://www.instagram.com/p/CmjBA1_OWc5/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

#bedwench #colonizer #interracialcouple #selfhate #torylanez #megantheestallion #arutisuse

[ankh4life18]

Melanin is a terrible thing to waste. #bedwench #racetrader https://www.instagram.com/p/CjDUtsTuX1J/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

#bedwench #racetrader

[b1usides]

have yall ever met a hotep in real life bc i have and they are some interesting characters to say the least

#i remember one dude called me a queen and a bedwench in the same sentence #it was like whiplash

[religion-is-a-mental-illness]

By: Khadijah La Musa

Published: Feb 13, 2024

Is anybody else perplexed that in 2024, we can't choose our race? Is race not also a social construct? Why is gender the only identity that is allowed to be fluid? 

Why can’t we be trans-millionaires and demand that our bank accounts reflect the way we feel on the inside? Why do we still make multiracial people choose a box? Why do we assume people’s race and thereby make assumptions about how they think, how they vote, and how they see the world?

I’m tired of it. I’m tired of being judged by the color of my skin and not by the content of my character.  

Sometimes, I don't want to be racialized. Some days I wake up and I'd rather not be “black”, or a “BIPOC”, or a “person of color.” Sometimes, I just want to be… me. So, I've decided to release myself from the shackles of race. I no longer consent to being tied to the social constraints of the arbitrary notion of race. I'm tossing my black card for good. 

I was assigned “Black” at birth. All babies are pretty much the same shade of pink at birth, so there’s no way my race was even observable at the time. I had no choice in the matter. I’m not sure if my parents did either. 

Back in my days as an undergraduate at a super liberal university, when I identified as a black feminist, people would ask me, “are you black first, or a woman first?” Ten years ago, I would have replied, “I’m black first.” I was so loyal to my race. Black. Blackity black. Being black gave me a great deal of pride and a whole lot of other things I carried unconsciously. Being black made me angry at the world – made me feel obligated to hold certain political views – and made me feel like a victim. Being black made me feel paranoid – like someone or something was always out to make my life more difficult.  

Today, if this same question was asked, I would reply, “I’m a woman, first and foremost.” Even though we in the West have regressed so far from nature, and allowed males to penetrate the female sex class, and colonize womanhood to fulfill their desires; I know that in reality, I am a woman. I can go anywhere in the world and be seen as a woman. I can connect with other women as a woman from any race, class, or nationality and they would understand me, and I, them. 

If I traveled back 2000 years in time,  I would be a woman.

Today, If I woke up and declared that I am now a man, I could go to the doctor and get my breasts removed under the guise of gender-affirming care faster than I could go and get a breast reduction due to debilitating back pain. I could get my ovaries removed to affirm my manhood faster than I could get my tubes tied for not wanting to become a mother. 

Today, If I woke up and declared that I no longer identify as black, I would be shamed and ridiculed. I would be called “crazy” – accused of self-hatred. A race traitor. A coon. A bedwench. A Pecola Breedlove. 

It makes me wonder why we, as a society, are so adamant about removing gender from its biological roots but hold on to racial stratification for dear life. Haven’t we spent years trying to undo the social ramifications of racism, but now, we’d rather attempt to divorce gender from reality. It makes me wonder if something more nefarious and deeply sinister is at play.

Regardless, I don’t want blackness anymore. I gave up my blackness when I decided to not vote for Biden in 2020. I don’t think I’ll ever vote for a Democrat again. I don’t know how to play spades anyway. I have no rhythm. I prefer to eat with chopsticks. I married the father of my child. I wear Blundstone boots in the winter. I feel so pretty when wrapped in a Sari. My daughter has a Japanese name. Once, I even shared an ice cream cone with my dog. 

I think my ancestors were just regular people. Not slaves, kings, or queens. 

I don’t listen to degenerate hip-hop music. I won’t be first in line to fight against the oppression of others. I don’t hate capitalism. I don’t care about what black celebrities are doing. 

I’m giving up my blackness. Nobody gets to tell me who I should hate. Nobody gets to tell me who I should love. Nobody gets to tell me what I should be mad about. Nobody gets to tell me what I should be interested in. 

I’m tired of being emotionally manipulated by the media. I’m exhausted from my energy being siphoned to fuel popular culture. 

Just let me be myself. 

Despite my beautiful, flawless, melanin rich, collagen fortified skin – I’m not black. I’m not indigenous. I’m not a person of color. I’m non-racial. Just like all those people who are non-binary – the people who aren’t men or women, male or female. I’m non-racial. 

Non-racial. It rolls off the tongue even better than “non-binary”. 

I don’t subscribe to any race. I’m just a human (of the female variety, because that matters a great deal in the whole human thing). I’m an adult human female. Formerly known as a woman. But now women can mean anything. A woman is anybody who identifies as a woman. Huh?

I’m not magical. I’m not better at sports. I’m not strong and independent. I need my man, and I need him to be male. 

I identify as a non-racial, joyful, clinically sane, adult human female. 

If all identities had the special privilege of fluidity, I’d totally be a trans-millionaire. 

It’s not fair that gender is the only identity that has the privilege to be fluid, changeable, and discardable. But race, the ultimate social construct, is expected to be unchangeable, and rigid.

#Khadijah La Musa #blackness #non racial #racialization #racism #individuality #individualism #religion is a mental illness

[renegadeurbanmediasource]

I was BORN as a BLACK boy, I have LIVED as a BLACK MAN and I will DIE as a BLACK MAN! Unlike Candace Owens, Larry Elder, Tree of Logic, and the rest of the Koon Platoon I LOVE my People and the skin I am in!

#selfhatingblacks #sambos #uncletoms #bedwench #larryelder #blackpride #blacklove #candaceowens #blackunity #blackinstagram #blacktwitter

[kkpublishing]

This is what y'all outchea doin? Where u at @tariqelite? #bedwench #colonizer #interracialcouple #selfhate #coon https://www.instagram.com/p/CmjBA1_OWc5/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

#bedwench #colonizer #interracialcouple #selfhate #coon

[ulalalune]

Cannot stand dick suckers/bedwenches, etc.

#my_world #nasty nasty all around... oh its a bad day for me!!! horrible day !! and tomorrow i have a quiz sigh girly SIGHINGGGG

[keyki421]

Black men are giving so much grace in the black community.

Black men will never have their pro blackness questioned. They can date white women. Marry a white woman and have a bunch of mulatto kids.

Black women don't get that grace. If we date a white man, we are a bedwench. We are a coon. They compare our relationship to slavery times and call our partner a master. They claim that we hate ourselves and hate our skin. They claim we are ugly and that is why we are dating a white man, because no one else would want us.

#black community #interracial relationships

[brattylikestoeat]

I’ll watch an argument go down on Twitter and not say anything cause they ruthless over there and I don’t need anyone dragging up a chris evans post I made about him tying me up and calling me a bedwench. So I keep quiet.

#I’m too fragile for Twitter