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Reflecting
That’s my word for this week. I mean let’s be honest, I’ve been sitting around reflecting on my life for the last two years, but it’s only today that I realize how important that word is to me. This week I asked publicly on Twitter, “What advice would you give to someone whose afraid to…
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Fifty Questions
1. Where do you consider “home” to be? My bed. I fucking love my bed, it’s so comfortable these days, that home to me, is curling up at the end of a long day and getting a good nights rest. 2. Do you believe in ghosts? Absolutely. 3. Are you religious? No, I would say…
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Twist the way you see the world…
When I was about seven years old I read Captain America for the first time. I even remember that it was the one where Captain America meets Falcon for the first time. The exact word “Riley” stuck in my brain for some reason. I remember at seven years old declaring out loud that I was…
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Go ahead, Call me a Rat
I remember several years ago I told someone I was gang raped, and I was going to the cops to deal with it. In my neighbourhood this is a huge no no. You never go to the cops, not just because their fucking useless, but more to the point, because it’s crossing the line. Cops…
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Little Bits
I’ve been thinking a lot about how I am not doing “a lot” of active healing. By active healing I mean I don’t have a job, I am not working towards getting one and my house is still in a state of semi chaos. I am not doing the things that I think I should…
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It’s time to focus that energy
I am trying to learn how to focus my energy, but I am having trouble expressing this phase of my healing. When I wake up the first thing I focus on is getting coffee into my system as quickly as possible. It’s so automatic now I don’t even think about it. Before I go to…
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I shared something today and it didn’t kill me.
Today I tweeted out that I had been gang raped on three or four separate occasions by the same men. It started when I was fifteen, at that time they were just boys, like me, children. The last time they raped me they were full grown adults, who made it very clear that what I…
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I’m not letting this shit go.
I was gang raped in the year of 2016. You know this if you’ve been reading this blog as long as I’ve been writing it. It wasn’t the first time I was gang raped, but it was most certainly the last. Every night I go to bed terrified someone is going to kick my door…
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“Joker” just taught me a huge lesson about white male poverty.
It’s because it’s about a White man, specifically, living in poverty and you see yourself, and you understand and it scares the fuck out of you. Because any day now, you are terrified you might be pushed to the point where you lose control and kill your own mother. Maybe it’s not even that deep,…
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Are you a Victim, or are you a Survivor? You cannot be both.
I have a hard time lately calling myself a survivor, I’ve been using the word without really thinking about it means. Does it mean sitting on my ass blogging every day, or does it mean working toward something? I was victimized by men who abused their friendship with me to cause pain and sorrow. With…
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Why is no one talking about the brown girls?
I mean this genuinely. For one tiny moment in time, #MuteRKelly had people all over the world talking about what a disgusting disgrace Robert Kelly has always been, and it felt like for a moment that we were being noticed. It felt like we mattered. And all of a sudden, as is the way of…
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New Logo Design!
I decided to pony up, and surprised myself by heading over to Fiverr.Com and buying a logo from Marcus and he did a fucking phenomenal job. He gave me some suggestions to look at and I picked my favorite style and here we have the brand new logo for Loud Mouth Brown Girl and it’s perfect.…
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