Dreadgoddess

Sweater coat love! A collection of Sweater coats made by Etsy...

Sun, 19 May 2013 10:09:00 -0400

Sweater coat love! A collection of Sweater coats made by Etsy seller Revamp:)

my little princess:)

Wed, 15 May 2013 10:21:00 -0400

my little princess:)

ok... no offense or anything but, 'color community'? it sounds like the same of a clique or something. I dunno. I'm not mad exactly, but the term is people of color.

Tue, 14 May 2013 21:09:09 -0400

Lol! This is my point. Instead of taking what I said as a whole, I needed to hear about my one term? Really?! I had never heard of ‘people of color’ till tumblr, it used to be African American, and before that saying black was what was appropriate. I am trying to keep up, but the rules keep changing and no one is letting us ‘white community’ know what the new rules are until we break one.
Tell ya what, how about we make a new rule right now. Lets call ourselves the ‘human community’ or ‘people of earth’. That would be something I would love to support:)
Sincerely Ella Gypsy LaRose, the witch who will happily offend anyone just be being herself!
~Dreadgoddess

dreadgirl turns 10:)

Tue, 14 May 2013 11:00:00 -0400

dreadgirl turns 10:)

thestarlighthotel: Kirsty Mitchell’s late mother Maureen was an...

Mon, 06 May 2013 15:24:03 -0400

http://www.dailymail.co.uk/femail/article-2145760/Wonderland-Kirsty-Mitchell-heart-breakingly-beautiful-photographic-series-memory-extraordinary-life.html

thestarlighthotel:

Kirsty Mitchell’s late mother Maureen was an English teacher who spent her life inspiring generations of children with imaginative stories and plays. Following Maureen’s death from a brain tumour in 2008, Kirsty channelled her grief into her passion for photography.

She retreated behind the lens of her camera and created Wonderland, an ethereal fantasy world. The photographic series began as a small summer project but grew into an inspirational creative journey.

‘Real life became a difficult place to deal with, and I found myself retreating further into an alternative existence through the portal of my camera,’ said the artist. (read the rest here).

thestarlighthotel: Kirsty Mitchell’s late mother Maureen was an...

Mon, 06 May 2013 15:23:31 -0400

http://www.dailymail.co.uk/femail/article-2145760/Wonderland-Kirsty-Mitchell-heart-breakingly-beautiful-photographic-series-memory-extraordinary-life.html

thestarlighthotel:

Kirsty Mitchell’s late mother Maureen was an English teacher who spent her life inspiring generations of children with imaginative stories and plays. Following Maureen’s death from a brain tumour in 2008, Kirsty channelled her grief into her passion for photography.

She retreated behind the lens of her camera and created Wonderland, an ethereal fantasy world. The photographic series began as a small summer project but grew into an inspirational creative journey.

‘Real life became a difficult place to deal with, and I found myself retreating further into an alternative existence through the portal of my camera,’ said the artist. (read the rest here).

happy anniversary!!! 6 years today:)

Sun, 05 May 2013 18:58:56 -0400

happy anniversary!!! 6 years today:)

Triple goddess art fall barrette, to see more find me on the...

Sun, 28 Apr 2013 08:50:22 -0400

Triple goddess art fall barrette, to see more find me on the facebook Art Locs page!

doodle hat up for auction, all proceeds go to a charity. To find...

Thu, 25 Apr 2013 18:09:00 -0400

doodle hat up for auction, all proceeds go to a charity. To find out more, take a look at my Art Locs page on facebook!

I'm really sorry to hear about the negative backlash you've gotten from some small minded people. There are so many misconceptions about dreadlocks- from whom they belong on to how they are taken care of. Honestly, I was first inspired by white women like you with wild manes of dreads and crazy colors to get my own locks started. <3

Sun, 21 Apr 2013 09:09:39 -0400

Thank you:))) I had always thought that with anything society deemed wrong, if enough people did it across the culture lines it would make it easier for all to do it! That happened with the hippie movement, goth style, and I so see it working with dreadlocks. I think there is a misconception about it being white privalage, and more about common culture of humanity.
Seeing people dress like how I wanted always gave me the confidence to do so myself, seeing people take stands for wrongs they wanted to change allowed me to do so myself, seeing people raise their kids and practice religions in ways different then what the larger society thought was right, let me feel more comfortable in doing the same.
When we unite together as a human race and share the things that make us happy and are happy by the things we share, we can further ourselves, we can grow stronger and more accepting of all things.
So thank you for this letter:)))
Dreadgoddess

Reading that post was just... wow. It's shameful that some people have nothing better to do than tear somebody with obvious good intentions down. I'm a black woman and I've never come across a white person with dreads and thought RACIST. That's just unreasonable. I think you and your dreads are absolutely beautiful and original. :)

Sun, 21 Apr 2013 08:59:00 -0400

I have gotten tons of mail from my last written post, and I want to say thank you to all of you, but this one was extra special.
I have learned that white people can stand up for equality, to end bias and racism, but when the color community stands and tells us we are evil, even despite the amount of good we do, it doesn’t matter, because we are white. Because we are white our words and actions mean nothing if they are for good, and mean everything if they are for bad.
So, this letter meant a lot to me because a black woman standing up to her own community, saying ‘shameful’ ‘wrong’ really helped me to keep my head high, to keep trying and working to bring all communities together.
So thank you! Thanks to all of you

Another doodle hat made, this one for my oldest daughter:))

Wed, 17 Apr 2013 20:11:21 -0400

Another doodle hat made, this one for my oldest daughter:))

I made dread girl the coolest hat ever:))) We are both pretty...

Fri, 12 Apr 2013 10:38:12 -0400

I made dread girl the coolest hat ever:))) We are both pretty pleased!

I made dread girl the coolest hat ever:))) We are both pretty...

Fri, 12 Apr 2013 10:38:04 -0400

I made dread girl the coolest hat ever:))) We are both pretty pleased!

confronting avoidance

Sat, 06 Apr 2013 13:25:52 -0400

Since blogging on here it seems I have become a target for others. Maybe it is because I am so outspoken on that ugly I see the social justice group causing, maybe it is because I use my brain in debates and not ALL CAPS and swears. Maybe it is because even under the hate I still approach with love and respect.

Whatever the reason, the amount of hate mail, having haters send other haters to hate me more, the negative comments made about my daughter and my mothering ability, all based SOLELY on our skin color, well, lets just say it took its toll. I withdrew, I stopped blogging, what was the point after all, if I say anything I will only be hated by those out there who seem to find pleasure in making others feel bad.

Needles to say, I have not been here much lately, at least not my thoughts. I had better things to do with my time and I took time doing them. But I started noticing something during my absence.

The radical views of those who hate my dreads because ‘white people wearing dreads are racist’ had changed my outlook on new people that I meet.

I am from all over the country, lived in about half the states and have always treated people like they were people, not skin color. I always smiled, I would say hi, I had no fear or judgment, until now that is. I am a political activist who fights for equal rights for all. I go door to door hoping to create change for the better of all people, and I have always been one who beleived that no matter what color your skin was, or what your gender was, if you were a good person, we could be friends. Until now.

Now, when I walk through the city or a town, if I see a black person I actually start to become a little afraid. Not afraid of them, but afraid of them attacking me for my dreads. I now avoid eye contact, look down, and hide my smile. My heart starts to beat faster as I wait for the confrontation that never comes.

I HATE how I am doing this now. I hate how the racist people on-line, and yes, I do sincerely believe you are racist for your hate of me, I hate how they are making me take my love and respect for a person and put it away based solely on the color of their skin, and I am disgusted that I am allowing it to happen.

So, with everything big in my life, I thought I would finally write about it.

Through time it is the black community that has shown me that the way I had viewed the world was still right. That love and tolerance and respect were still there. It is the black community that has convinced me to start writing again because they have told me they love my writing, to keep taking pictures because they love my dreads. It is that community that is slowly, thankfully, restoring my faith in the community of humans, for which I am proud to belong to.

Awhile ago I was grocery shopping when two beautiful black men with dreads came in. I froze, looked down, tried to think invisible thoughts while they walked by me. I began to hurry through my grocery shopping hoping to get done and get out of there before the fight started.

They walked by me again. Inwardly I groaned, imagining all the things they were thinking, hearing all the on-line voices inside my head ‘white privilege, racist, supremacy bitch’. My heart started beating faster, especially when I saw them again in the aisle with me, staring right at me.

But instead of the hate I had been told would clock me up-side the head, they said hi. They told me how much they LOVED my dreads, how did I do them, can they look, touch? How beautiful they were, what was my name, and how they thought I looked like a princess.

I was blown away! This wasn’t how they were supposed to react! They were supposed to hate me, to attack me, to insult me. But they didn’t. I was confused. Maybe it was just lip service, maybe they just hadn’t gotten the memo that I was a racist bitch yet? Either way, I felt good, happy, and continued on my day.

Then again, out shopping this time for clothes, a black women came right up to me, she LOVED my dreads! They were the coolest thing she had ever seen, she loved the woolies! Could she order some? She had never been so impressed by a set of dreads as mine.

We traded information and again, I thought, huh, that went differently then all those on-line haters had told me. And I walked away happy, feeling good, proud even. But maybe she just didn’t now she was supposed to hate my white privilege.

And again, this time on-line in a dread debate that turned conversation and finally friendship. A beautiful black woman who respected me, who I respected, who even invited me to a dreadlock convention with her, and then helped me with some personal issues in my life. She thought I was beautiful, my dreads were beautiful. And again reality was changing the story of hate I had been told.

This happened again, a black man who wanted to be friends cause he had never seen such an amazing head of dreads, another black woman who when I was honest about the hate, told me that stupid doesn’t have a color, it’s in all communities, but that she loved me and thought I was awesome.

and again, and again and again.

Until finally I started to get the message, I started to see the story that I had been told, was just that, a story, a myth, a fable used to scare and oppress people from following their hearts, from being true to their spirits, guilting them into hiding their true selves. And I had begun to buy into it.

Well no more. The amount of hate I have experience these past two years isn’t going to go away overnight. It will take some time. I still get nervous when I see a person of color coming my way. I still feel myself trying to avoid them, to look away. But I won’t allow myself to do that anymore. I am stronger then the hate and fear that has been put on my shoulders to carry. I am better then those who seek to push me down, and I am more beautiful by the love I live my life by, then by the fear and hate others to try to bestow on me.

So, when walking down the street I will hold my head up, I will smile, and I will say hi, no matter what your skin color or hair style, because to be judged or to judge a person by those factors, well, that is just stupid, and I am anything but stupid<3

Ella Gypsy LaRose

Dreadgoddess

oh yeah, I love my dreads:)))

Sat, 06 Apr 2013 09:08:52 -0400

oh yeah, I love my dreads:)))

my dreads:)

Sat, 06 Apr 2013 08:58:26 -0400

my dreads:)

hyacinth art fall

Fri, 05 Apr 2013 14:18:16 -0400

hyacinth art fall

Heart chakra embellished wool dread, by Art Locs #dreads...

Mon, 18 Mar 2013 23:43:59 -0400

Heart chakra embellished wool dread, by Art Locs #dreads #dreadhead #dreadlock #dreadfalls #dreadlocks #dreadgoddess #art #artlocs #locs #chakra #greendreads #goddess #heart #hair #hippie #

From my 9 year old Daughter...

Wed, 06 Feb 2013 21:35:38 -0500

“I speak for the children. I have lived to 2013 and I know that our country may get better, but I say that you should look to the children of all nations. We may not have lived as long as you, we may not be as smart, but the difference between us is that we do not see black or white, we do not see rich or poor, we see one race of people that need help, and people that can help other.

If the president were to walk around our country, at this very moment, he would see that there are many people who need him, that are starving, ill, and homeless. Remember that you hand the world to your kids. Give us a better one.

Let the people come together hand in hand. America is supposed to be the land of the free, so why are some of us still enslaved? Let the people come together hand in hand to be stewards of the earth and of each other.

I speak for the children, so that our voices can be heard. Now it is up to you, are you going to listen?”

Written By Emerald LaRose, my 9 year old daughter.

Dreadgoddess