This was a poem written by an artist whose name I’ve long since lost to time, that taught me how to play with my cunt, why to play with my cunt, and pretty much everything I needed to know about being a woman. I wish I could replicate […]
It doesn’t matter what color your skin is, your abuser is always going to find reasons why you’re telling on them is more important than their actions as an abuser. That’s just a fact. True abusers don’t want to acknowledge their actions, they don’t want to admit that […]
Maybe it’s because the drinking phase of my life is out of my system, but I can’t stand the idea of letting myself have more than one or two drinks at maximum. I absolutely refuse to drink with men, period. That won’t happen again. Maybe it’s because of […]
It feels arrogant to call myself a Teacher, but that’s a word other people have used. I don’t know if it’s true, because I don’t really feel like I am “teaching” anything important. All I am doing is sharing my experience, maybe that’s enough, I’m not sure, the […]
I’ve always been the kind of person to do things my way, even if and largely when, they got me into trouble. That was probably because a lot of people gave up on me pretty early in life, they figured I was just a Black kid with a […]
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