Denial is an intoxicating drug.

The skins and they play without jerseys.

I’m not at war with black men; I love them very much. I’m at war with misogynists. If you think the two are automatically synonymous, that’s on you, but that’s not a belief I hold, nor is it a generalization I’ll accept having projected upon me.

I you’re going to be that pedantic about it, how do we know anything in a TV show is real? Or a book? Can we ever trust a narrator? Can we trust ourselves? Is this even real?

Nothing is real! Your comment isn’t real! Me responding isn’t real! This is all a huge construct made up specifically by my mind and it’s all for and from my brain jar! or it's the matrix. 

I'm watching it via giphy gifs. 

Hi, white person here (and old white person besides: I was around when the Panther was introduced in Fantastic Four). I already have my ticket for opening night and I’m looking forward to seeing Black Panther, and I’ll feel free to discuss it after I do. If that’s OK with you.