Several years ago I stood up at a meeting and talked about how my friends had become my family and how even though I was trying to stay sober, they were still […]
If God Can Clean House, So Can I
Why I play with my cunt…
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 […]
I Don’t All The Time Feel Black Enough
This is my face. I look brown, but I don’t all the time look “Black”, and this is always evident to me, but especially so when I am surrounded by Black women, […]
I Don’t All The Time Learn My Lesson
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 […]
Now You Want To Talk About Mental Health
Everyone wants to talk about mental health these days, suddenly mental health is the thing that everyone has an opinion on the topic, and my only question is…why? I mean, don’t get […]
