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auggiethebeck.bsky.social
Dez are fabulous hattes an Drayk9 luks dashing in tha doorag.
October 2, 2026 at 12:08 AM
bigphella.bsky.social
Angel Reese is on to the next….nah A’ja gotta pull up in the white tee with Bam doorag on tomorrow night.
October 1, 2026 at 3:41 AM
telecownetic.bsky.social
Did some cute doodles of Acre on my lunchbreak. Some of her performing, and one of her getting some ambition in the morning
Three rough sketches of Acre Sedum, a chubby cowgirl with wide hips and textutextured hi. The top two dooles has her dancing with big fluffy edged fan, and wearin nothin but tasseted string bottoms. The third drawin has her in pyjama shorts, a camidole, and a doorag round both her hi and tailtuft. Pouring herself sosome coffee.
September 21, 2026 at 12:52 PM
glitchdeals.bsky.social
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September 16, 2026 at 1:27 AM
shana-hellaverse.bsky.social
don't forget lin also redesigning vortex with silver teeth and a doorag
September 6, 2026 at 2:11 AM
rtclown.bsky.social
I'd like to see the cat in the doorag.
August 4, 2026 at 9:57 PM
capnmarrrrk.bsky.social
The neoprene knee sleeves that have been taunting me for months have mysteriously vanished as did the non dog chewed spandex doorag.
I mean I'm not lifting heavy because I'm just coming back but where the fuck is my shit?
September 14, 2024 at 4:34 PM
capnmarrrrk.bsky.social
The worst part of having ADHD is seeing your workout doorag everywhere around the house and then when you go to finally work out can't fucking find it.

Epilogue: walking into the gym I found a completely different doorag in the pocket of my shorts. 🤷‍♂️ 🏋️‍♀️
May 26, 2024 at 5:58 PM
gonzaegonza91.bsky.social
I don't know about Shady Doorag but i've seen clips of JAR and holy shit. You can support a dude like that just because you agree on a show.
JAR defended a groomer, worst, he befriended the groomer after that person was accused to reinforce his culture war shit.
April 25, 2025 at 12:03 PM
teonbrooks.com
(910) >>RT @cjvazquez: Got all the way on my bus this morning before realizing I still had my doorag on. #forcoloredgirls #blackhistorymonth
November 25, 2024 at 9:36 AM
upfromsumdirt.blacksky.app
my poem about home, place, identity ‐

The Second Stop Is Jupiter
The Second Stop Is Jupiter - 0 - there’s no place like home, but you’re not in Kush anymore are you, Dorothy? when making love, leave room for levitation. bite down, but not so hard to break the skin. when using other utensils: consider the tongue, the torso, the collarbones, & shoulder blades. in emergencies, the nape, too, can be a handkerchief; every makeshift limb a floatation device. lol: GIBRAN & LORCA & RILKE & NERUDA & UPFROMSUMDIRT —the romance classicists: their extant kisses a complete collage Liar, Liar, Rants On Fire! - 1 - as a child, say of 24 or 25, your body is still a bellows. there is still the tint of video game to your voice. your “love” is a hoarse whisper; coarse, incomplete, and not yet losing hope. your every poem as rambunctious as some heavy-headed goat with curved horns broken and butting brows with common decency (or anything else that moves) you’ve not yet grown hooves although your beliefs all chew tin and in your sleep you become some other people’s misappropriation / they ask: what, after all, does a doorag even know about fancypants let alone a happily ever after? tho, conversely, what even could the west know about Elegba In Love? for there are two participants to every car wreck: the witnesses & the ones within. - 2 - the romance you’re trying to reach is disconnected the dialtone drones on. the palpitations are missing, just a mono-tonal pulse. they aimed us all towards their wonderful Niagara but that water just keeps falling down & goddammit our love funnels up! it’s Nigeria, after all, that calls to us. western love is all wicked witches, picket fences and bikini clad Swedes with sweaty breasts and several bottles of beer on the wall, but Dorothy, when the wizard drops his pants pay attention to the swag—is it Egyptian cotton? a polymer blend? only in cinema do wizards wear pajamas and bathrobes probing munchkins for protection spells; some ghosts stepped out the bush wearing Leon Talley; oh, Dorothy (whoever you are) what a mineshaft that mind of yours, under where exists a wonderful you. (own it) - 3 - let love jump a baobab branch and your bride will jump the groom but if the cow jumps over the moon then you’re in a cursory rhyme and not reality. what you want is at the precipice between gardenias blue and begonias black, a love that looks like you—or at least looks like what you think love looks like when closing your eyes blowing kisses to clouds of heather within your heart—the cardial; the crepuscular. the cosmos is one small cavern; a crevice that leaks god and reeks magic; look closer— porcelain is the purgatory of most men / break it. burlap is beneath the tongue, taste it. its beauty belongs to you: the residue of treasured memory; a chimurenga buried beneath an often borrowed freedom. like any Roman holiday this poem is a pagan ritual praying to a love stripping itself bare, it lays naked within itself and asymmetrically shoulders a sun you thought existed much closer; this poem shudders when it snows and shows sympathy for stolen legacy, knowing the symphony of its own skin— who will you call mama once you’ve been reborn but know not the poems of your mama’s people? - 4 - almost an ancient, say 54 or 55—you’re probably safe, your whole heart sound; it’s okay for you to name yourself anew, something instinctive for your old innateness to know you by; something anti-inflammatory to the castigating lips of your aunties and uncles—or—you could just say fuck ’em* and be the open sky: eyes open; dreams wide open. * remember tho—the zhuzhed-up sobriquet bequeathed to self under this systemic haze of foreign encampment is still considered—most times—a constraint. - 0 (a retcon) - Dorothy? Jochebed? Zawadi? Zawadi?! Zawadi, yes. yes, Zawadi, there is No Place Like Home but this wind sheared space is Kush enough for us. for all of us. at least—for now.
November 30, 2024 at 12:51 PM
upfromsumdirt.blacksky.app
titular poem, The Second Stop Is Jupiter

— New & Improved; NOW WITH 15% MORE ALT-TEXT!! 🗣🗣🗣
The Second Stop Is Jupiter - 0 - there’s no place like home, but you’re not in Kush anymore are you, Dorothy? when making love, leave room for levitation. bite down, but not so hard to break the skin. when using other utensils: consider the tongue, the torso, the collarbones, & shoulder blades. in emergencies, the nape, too, can be a handkerchief; every makeshift limb a floatation device. lol: GIBRAN & LORCA & RILKE & NERUDA & UPFROMSUMDIRT —the romance classicists: their extant kisses a complete collage Liar, Liar, Rants On Fire! - 1 - as a child, say of 24 or 25, your body is still a bellows. there is still the tint of video game to your voice. your “love” is a hoarse whisper; coarse, incomplete, and not yet losing hope. your every poem as rambunctious as some heavy-headed goat with curved horns broken and butting brows with common decency (or anything else that moves) you’ve not yet grown hooves although your beliefs all chew tin and in your sleep you become some other people’s misappropriation / they ask: what, after all, does a doorag even know about fancypants let alone a happily ever after? tho, conversely, what even could the west know about Elegba In Love? for there are two participants to every car wreck: the witnesses & the ones within. - 2 - the romance you’re trying to reach is disconnected the dialtone drones on. the palpitations are missing, just a mono-tonal pulse. they aimed us all towards their wonderful Niagara but that water just keeps falling down & goddammit our love funnels up! it’s Nigeria, after all, that calls to us. western love is all wicked witches, picket fences and bikini clad Swedes with sweaty breasts and several bottles of beer on the wall, but Dorothy, when the wizard drops his pants pay attention to the swag—is it Egyptian cotton? a polymer blend? only in cinema do wizards wear pajamas and bathrobes probing munchkins for protection spells; some ghosts stepped out the bush wearing Leon Talley; oh, Dorothy (whoever you are) what a mineshaft that mind of yours, under where exists a wonderful you. (own it) - 3 - let love jump a baobab branch and your bride will jump the groom but if the cow jumps over the moon then you’re in a cursory rhyme and not reality. what you want is at the precipice between gardenias blue and begonias black, a love that looks like you—or at least looks like what you think love looks like when closing your eyes blowing kisses to clouds of heather within your heart—the cardial; the crepuscular. the cosmos is one small cavern; a crevice that leaks god and reeks magic; look closer— porcelain is the purgatory of most men / break it. burlap is beneath the tongue, taste it. its beauty belongs to you: the residue of treasured memory; a chimurenga buried beneath an often borrowed freedom. like any Roman holiday this poem is a pagan ritual praying to a love stripping itself bare, it lays naked within itself and asymmetrically shoulders a sun you thought existed much closer; this poem shudders when it snows and shows sympathy for stolen legacy, knowing the symphony of its own skin— who will you call mama once you’ve been reborn but know not the poems of your mama’s people? - 4 - almost an ancient, say 54 or 55—you’re probably safe, your whole heart sound; it’s okay for you to name yourself anew, something instinctive for your old innateness to know you by; something anti-inflammatory to the castigating lips of your aunties and uncles—or—you could just say fuck ’em* and be the open sky: eyes open; dreams wide open. * remember tho—the zhuzhed-up sobriquet bequeathed to self under this systemic haze of foreign encampment is still considered—most times—a constraint. - 0 (a retcon) - Dorothy? Jochebed? Zawadi? Zawadi?! Zawadi, yes. yes, Zawadi, there is No Place Like Home but this wind sheared space is Kush enough for us. for all of us. at least—for now.
October 20, 2024 at 8:07 PM
upfromsumdirt.blacksky.app
the title joint...
The Second Stop Is Jupiter - 0 - there’s no place like home, but you’re not in Kush anymore are you, Dorothy? when making love, leave room for levitation. bite down, but not so hard to break the skin. when using other utensils: consider the tongue, the torso, the collarbones, & shoulder blades. in emergencies, the nape, too, can be a handkerchief; every makeshift limb a floatation device. lol: GIBRAN & LORCA & RILKE & NERUDA & UPFROMSUMDIRT —the romance classicists: their extant kisses a complete collage Liar, Liar, Rants On Fire! - 1 - as a child, say of 24 or 25, your body is still a bellows. there is still the tint of video game to your voice. your “love” is a hoarse whisper; coarse, incomplete, and not yet losing hope. your every poem as rambunctious as some heavy-headed goat with curved horns broken and butting brows with common decency (or anything else that moves) you’ve not yet grown hooves although your beliefs all chew tin and in your sleep you become some other people’s misappropriation / they ask: what, after all, does a doorag even know about fancypants let alone a happily ever after? tho, conversely, what even could the west know about Elegba In Love? for there are two participants to every car wreck: the witnesses & the ones within. - 2 - the romance you’re trying to reach is disconnected the dialtone drones on. the palpitations are missing, just a mono-tonal pulse. they aimed us all towards their wonderful Niagara but that water just keeps falling down & goddammit our love funnels up! it’s Nigeria, after all, that calls to us. western love is all wicked witches, picket fences and bikini clad Swedes with sweaty breasts and several bottles of beer on the wall, but Dorothy, when the wizard drops his pants pay attention to the swag—is your bride will jump the groom but if the cow jumps over the moon then you’re in a cursory rhyme and not reality. what you want is at the precipice between gardenias blue and begonias black, a love that looks like you—or at least looks like what you think love looks like when closing your eyes blowing kisses to clouds of heather within your heart—the cardial; the crepuscular. the cosmos is one small cavern; a crevice that leaks god and reeks magic; look closer— porcelain is the purgatory of most men / break it. burlap is beneath the tongue, taste it. its beauty belongs to you: the residue of treasured memory; a chimurenga buried beneath an often borrowed freedom. like any Roman holiday this poem is a pagan ritual praying to a love stripping itself bare, it lays naked within itself and asymmetrically shoulders a sun you thought existed much closer; this poem shudders when it snows and shows sympathy for stolen legacy, knowing the symphony of its 31 eyes open; dreams wide open. * remember tho—the zhuzhed-up sobriquet bequeathed to self under this systemic haze of foreign encampment is still considered—most times—a constraint. - 0 (a retcon) - Dorothy? Jochebed? Zawadi? Zawadi?! Zawadi, yes. yes, Zawadi, there is No Place Like Home but this wind sheared space is Kush enough for us. for all of us. at least—for now
July 5, 2024 at 10:12 AM
upfromsumdirt.blacksky.app
i thought somebody (designer or celebrity) made an $80 doorag some years ago but i cant find mention of it anywhere online now.

i think that entire year of internet was put into some witness relocation program...
December 25, 2023 at 12:06 PM
davidbizarro.bsky.social
Servando y yo llevamos un mes preparándolo todo para el directo de MAÑANA de BRUTALISTAS en el Teatro del Barrio y todavía quedan entradas. Habrá proyecciones, música en directo e invitados de lujo: Los Caballos de Dusseldorf de Messko Doorag y Cristina Fallarás. ¡A las 22:15!
Show de Brutalistas en directo. La verdadera historia de la muerte de Francisco Franco
Al finalizar el proceso de compra debe llegarte un email con tus entradas en pdf o con la confirmación de dicha compra, según si has elegido recoger las entradas en taquilla o recibirlas por correo el...
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March 21, 2025 at 4:20 PM
whydontyoutube.bsky.social
30 YEARS AGO TODAY: The Clothes Show heads to New York for Fashion Week, and not a moment too soon if Caryn Franklin's choice of a doorag with pigtails is anything to go by. Jeff Banks goes shopping with Tyra Banks (unrelated)
[720p/50p] BBC1 | Clothes Show edition and continuity | 14th April 1995
© BBC TELEVISION 1995With that theme tune that absolutely *SLAPS*!End of Ben-HurBBC1 trailer: MasterchefBBC1 trailer: Lenny Henry ShowBBC1 virtual globe: The...
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April 14, 2025 at 4:20 PM
vectorscamp.bsky.social
I propose that the word "doorag" needs to be hyphenated because my brain 'hears' it as "door ag" and "doo-rag" would have no ambiguity of pronunciation. Thank you for your attention in thus matter.
June 25, 2026 at 12:54 AM
hitrewindpod.bsky.social
I love when a old rocker puts on a doorag and then a fedora or cowboy hat over their balding head.

Its so silly but it lines up with the genre.
May 19, 2026 at 4:56 PM
citylifelove.bsky.social
Making chat gpt pictures of my best friend in his iconic doorag picture into a solider and asking chat to make it gayer. LMAO listen, the world is ending. Let me use AI FOR ONCE. I never do. Lol
March 12, 2026 at 2:07 AM
dooragnation.bsky.social
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June 25, 2026 at 10:17 PM
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January 8, 2026 at 1:03 AM
dooragnation.bsky.social
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December 20, 2025 at 8:47 PM