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  • “The Blacks” Want You To Watch Your Fucking Mouth

    Yo, Whitey, hey White Guy, how the fuck does that feel? I swear to God I am going to start addressing white people by these terms, in public, just so y’all get it. We’re not a rock band, we’re not animals, we are not just a color, we are people…when you refer to us refer…

  • Fighting My Addictions

    Hello my name is Siddha Lee Saint James, and I am an addict. I am addicted to emotional pain and trauma, I am a masochist.  The girl who was once the perpetual victim, and I have just returned home after a twenty six year stint as a Vampire Hunter. I have scars all over my…

  • This Too Shall Pass

    I was listening to a playlist called “Harvey Specter’s Music Collection” which is a series of videos with jazz music when I heard this and it totally struck me that this is my theme song. I am not the same person I was when I was raped in twenty-sixteen, by the same guys who rape…

  • I Wish I Could Explain Why I Did It

    But the sad truth is I don’t want to talk to close personal friends about what happened to me, that’s why I don’t have any left. I tried to tell someone, one person, what happened to me, in a moment of weakness I broke down and I let him see the worst of me. For…

  • Consent and How To Talk About It

    It’s a conversation people did not have for centuries, the idea of having a conversation about consent was actually taboo. It just wasn’t something that we were taught we were allowed to discuss. It’s only been in the last fifteen years or so that human beings have been having open and honest conversations about consent…

  • Should You Meet Me In The Wild

    In a Medium post I talked about how much time I spent curating this website and putting together content for it. I admit I am absolutely addicted to being the Loud Mouth Brown Girl, it is right now my only true life line to the outside world. But there is a responsibility that comes with…

  • Love Your Animals

    I keep having this vision of myself, moving from one place to another, sometimes with friends other times alone, looking for the place that I call home. I dream about this other version of myself every few weeks, I don’t really know what it means exactly. I can’t figure out if it’s me or just…

  • My Time is Precious….I’m The Only One Allowed To Waste It

    My mom works really hard, every day, and living with her can be a reminder often of the job that I used to have. It was a job that had purpose and meaning, and it made me feel like I was doing something, even when most days all I did was help serve a meal…

  • How You Use Social Media Matters

    There are many people in this world who have access to social media, who use their platforms with a purpose in mind, thinking that they are bettering the world in some small way. And in minuscule ways, collectively we are doing that, we are changing the world by pushing our thoughts into the digital universe…

  • Dear Benny Johnson, Now You Fucking Get It

    Has this taught you what it’s like to be Black in America? How lovely for you. Now you understand what my brother’s and sisters, mothers, fathers and aunties have been going through for hundreds of years in your country. Remember that time a guy got a ticket for eating a sandwich on a train platform?…

  • Siddha Lee Saint James: Letter To The Elders

    If someone asked me how I would describe Surrey, British Columbia, fifteen years ago I would have said it was absolutely full of color. There were murals on every spare brick wall, it was without a doubt the city of lights because of the way the street lamps would bounce off the painted walls and…

  • No One Is Perfect But Trump Takes It To The Extreme

    A friend of mine called Chris Evans perfect yesterday. He’s not, I am sure of it, but I absolutely hate when people say that. It implies a responsibility to live up to that designation, and that’s so fucking frustrating. I think it’s the worst kind of insult to tell people they are perfect, especially people…