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  • 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…

  • Dear Birthday Girl

    You survived being sexually abused for more than twenty years, you survived and are surviving having been kidnapped, you survived racism and being arrested twice for literally no reason on both occurrences. You are living to see the world face it’s first pandemic since Small Pox, and while the world seems to be crumbled ruins…

  • Why Are You Pretending?

    I’ve never understood the need to become an Actor, and it is genuinely a need. I know this because I went to Fine Art’s School and I met plenty of “Actors”, they -need- to be on stage. They need the roar of a crowd and the adventure that comes with being something or someone they…

  • Dance Among Faeries

    If I had any advice for people in their thirties it is somewhere wrapped and woven into the words of this post. Enjoy the moments. Dance with faeries whenever possible, sing in the sun and if you get the chance, absolutely positively take time to dance in the summer rain. It’s worth it. Listen to…

  • Take the Moment…

    When I was born the sun was shining and Angel’s fell to Earth, at least in the story about Siddha Lee Saint James, that’s what happened on April 10th 1983. And since she’s a reflection of me, well why couldn’t Angel’s have fallen to Earth eager to meet me one day? I put a lot…