• When I was growing up in the 90’s aliens were a cliche. Everyone knew that Area 51 existed, it was literally the US government’s worst kept secret, and we all knew they were studying real life aliens, but for decades they tried to keep it a secret and failed. Thousands of people who worked there

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  • Hello Newbies,

    Hello Newbies,

    I’m excited to see what Loud Mouth Brown Girl becomes, and more importantly than any of that, I am proud to say that survivors can’t be silenced. When we’re ready we fight back and that’s when we become unstoppable.

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  • I Don’t Want to Date White Men…Ever Again

    When I was being abused, 99.9% of my abusers were white men. There were a few women, and some people of color, a few Black men, but not many. Most of the Black men in my life tried to move Heaven and Earth to protect me as a child. But my mom, not knowing what

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  • Acknowledge Yourself, Bitch

    I’ve been thinking a lot about a speech that Barinder Rasodi gave about a decade ago, for She Talks. Barinder said that women of colour don’t stop and acknowledge their accomplishments enough. She said that the reason we don’t do this is because we both don’t have time and don’t think it’s important for us

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  • I’m Still Fucking Here…

    Yes, friends, it’s true. Medium and I have parted ways for now. At this point in my life, it’s time to start making money from the emotional labour I put into the world. It takes a lot out of me emotionally and physically to be able to say the things “I” need to say, regardless

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  • “Your War Is Over John…”

    There is something to be said for war films. Every single one of them epically depicts what happens when a soldier gets home from “Work.” Sometimes it’s a love story, other times it’s a nightmare, but when it comes to films, theater productions, and television shows about PSTD, it’s always a fucking soldier. “No one

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  • Did You Get A Love Letter? Good, Great, Wonderful, I Was Hoping You’d Find Me…

    Every year at Pride events, and exclusively at Pride, I hand out little cards with a picture representing this website, and myself, and a little note on the back. Each note is handwritten and designed to say “I see you” in a variety of ways. I started writing the letters nine years ago, and I

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  • Everyone Needs To Look In The Mirror

    Whether you want to or not, I think I need to return to doing mirror work. Not just to make myself feel good about myself, that’s well I think that’s step one. There are all kinds of things you can use mirror work for, one of them is self reflection. Looking inward is difficult because

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  • Welcome to Loud Mouth Brown Girl…And HAPPY PRIDEEEEEEE

    It’s that fantastic, fabulous, Drag King and Queen filled time of the fucking year friends…IT’S FUCKING PRIDE!!!!! Holy shit, can you believe it’s actually here? Already? For those of you who have been with me from the beginning, this is not for you, while I appreciate your viewing of this post, this is for all

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  • I Know Who I Am Today

    I Know Who I Am Today

    But I won’t be able to say the same thing tomorrow. One of the things that I’ve never talked about, is the brain damage I have from both being beaten in the head, and the rest of the physical trauma that comes from being abused. Right now my doctor is focused on my iron issues,

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  • Here We Fucking Go…Again

    First off, if you’re out there expecting Anonymous to rise their multi-facet face again and take over the planet through epic legionary hacks that change the world…take a breath. It’s not going to happen. They did their part and now they are resting, leave them be. Secondly, I distinctly remember the first time the United

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  • They Would Have Murdered Me…In #Hollywood

    Hi Friends, Did you know that “No” is a full sentence? No. I did, but I forgot that, and I’ve been utilizing the word no for a minute now. The reason I say this is because as I said yesterday, I said no eight years ago, to a bunch of shit, that would have completely

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