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I’m not always comfortable when a man tells me he’s gay; I don’t understand his world. But I do understand that he’s part of mine. Civil rights activist Audre Lord said: ‘It is not our differences that divide us. It’s our inability to recognize, accept, and celebrate those differences.’ We’ve always been able to recognize ‘em. Some of us accept ‘em. And I want to believe that there will be a day when we do celebrate ‘em.”

Dale Hansen

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Excited to return to Santa Barbara tonight! Writeup in the Daily Nexus.

Excited to return to Santa Barbara tonight! Writeup in the Daily Nexus.

ATX. L.A. bound. #vscocam

ATX. L.A. bound. #vscocam

Come join me in Santa Monica tomorrow night, Wednesday the 12th, courtesy of The Easier Softer Way and WITH Jeremy Radin opening!  Tonight’s the last chance to get tickets in advance. Get em here. Facebook event page here. I’ll be in Santa Barbara the night after. See you soon California!

Come join me in Santa Monica tomorrow night, Wednesday the 12th, courtesy of The Easier Softer Way and WITH Jeremy Radin opening!  Tonight’s the last chance to get tickets in advance. Get em here. Facebook event page here. I’ll be in Santa Barbara the night after. See you soon California!

via blackhistoryalbum. Love.

via blackhistoryalbum. Love.

In-N-Out on a cold and wet Texas day. #vscocam

In-N-Out on a cold and wet Texas day. #vscocam

21 Things You Didn’t Know About Mary Lambert. Peep #13.

This Buzzfeed article has been making the rounds, and thought I’d share it as well. I was already happy to share the Heavy and Light stage with Ms. Mary Lambert––we had met probably 3 years ago up at the Seattle Poetry Slam, and when "Same Love" came out and blew up, it was really exciting to hear her beautiful talent reaching so many people. But until she shared with me backstage, I didn’t know the details of her discovering of my work, leading to her finding spoken word and the impact that had on her life. So it felt quite special to be able to do that show together, like being a part of one of a person’s many shapes coming full circle around. Not to mention that being included on this list, especially with Shira (who will always hold a special and unique seat in my house), is pretty freaking cool :)

In the photo above, taken during Freedom Summer, my mother is sitting in a chair, next to the young lady in the white headband. She was 13, 14 years old that summer. This was taken ten days before she and her sister weren’t allowed to get library cards because they were Black. The photo is from when Pete Seeger came through Hattiesburg and played at the Palmers Crossing Community Center.

Pete Seeger has always quietly felt like a handful of water that was poured into my mother’s dried hands, which she carried around with her through life. Just a little bit of water but water from she got from a good man. When we were kids she would pour some of that water into mine and my sister’s outstretched hands, playing his records after dinner, teaching them to us at breakfast. And not just her. In the morning before classes, the whole school would sing his words. All these years that water has traveled with me, quietly inside. That water spilling today makes my heart bend. For him and the goodness he spread, for me and my sister sharing his songs on long car rides of our childhood, for my mother thirsty in the south with a strengthening heart so many years back, for all the folks he touched by seeking out the good in people and using music to fight for it. Fare thee well Pete Seeger. I’m sure that similar to what you once sung, it’s not the leaving that’s grieving you, but all the ones who love you left behind.

photo courtesy of the University of Southern Mississippi


➜ Shake the Dust

This is pretty funny, pretty cool, and made me smile prettily 

shadow-user:

This is for the little brothers

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For the girls with the brothers who are going crazy,

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For the kid who’s always late to class because he forgets the combination to his lockers,

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Shake the dust.

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This is for the hard men who want love,

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but know it won’t come.

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For the ones who are told to speak only when you are spoken to and then are never spoken to.

Continues to the end of the poem here

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