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 […]
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 […]
After I was raped, at sixteen – one of many times, I might add – I went to a friend for support. Knocking on the door I expected to be allowed to see her, only to be told that I was no longer allowed to see her. As […]
My youngest self has been through a lot. At thirteen I wanted to be a model, I had plans of joining Tyra Banks on the cat walk and being celebrated as the next great Mulatto Creole future model of the world. I had visions of Paris and Milan, […]
In yesterday’s post I spoke a lot about how “this could happen here, and oh look, a shooting,” but as I sit here watching America’s Got Talent, I am thinking about my thoughts today and I am realizing just how much work I have to do to heal. […]
