[Image: A dark-skinned hand painted blue holds a teal-coloured stick; stacked on the arm are a number of bangles, some carved wood, some studded with stones, some coloured metal.  Even the long oval fingernails are touched with cobalt blue.]

Please excuse me while I reblog some Brianna McCarthy J’Ouvert photos today.  My dad is heading back to Trinidad in a week or so and the thought makes me homesick.

(I used to caveat every time I used the word “homesick” in relation to Trinidad, b/c I’m a born Canadian and live here happily, which has always been an important thing to remind white Canadians who want to question my nationality.  But, y’know, fuck it — Iere will always be my home as well, deep inside of me, cane blades sunk into my heart and spreading brown sugar and black molasses.  I’m a Canadian, and I’m fucking homesick.)

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I’d like to be this colour semi permanently. It’s gorgeous and rich.
My bangles aren’t back to normal yet but I’m happy I wore them.

Carnival 2012. Trinidad.

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