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I Don’t Ever Want To Hear A Man Ask A Woman Why She’s Afraid of Him…Ever…Again

I am scared. Every single day. Years ago a young woman who had been in love with a gangster that is quite famous in my hometown, died via overdose in a hotel room, while the love of her life sat in prison for a crime he apparently committed. A heinous crime, in which six people… Continue reading I Don’t Ever Want To Hear A Man Ask A Woman Why She’s Afraid of Him…Ever…Again

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I Am Not Going To Stop Talking Just To Help You Remain Ignorantly Comfortable

I've been thinking a lot about racism. White people - in particular - are programmed and trained to be afraid of BIPOC and Black people. Maybe it's our skin color, or maybe it's more than four hundred years of oppression that taught us to be strong. That taught us to be wise. That taught us… Continue reading I Am Not Going To Stop Talking Just To Help You Remain Ignorantly Comfortable

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Your Internet Profile Matters More To Others, Then It Does To You, And That’s A Fact

In one of my former posts I talked a lot about our responsibilities as humans on this earth. Sometimes I accidentally on purpose click the video section of Facebook, and tonight as I was thinking about this post, I came upon a video that talked about why Perez Hilton was kicked off Tik Tok. Among… Continue reading Your Internet Profile Matters More To Others, Then It Does To You, And That’s A Fact

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Yesterday I Stood in My Shower And Screamed “Why Do You Hate Me?” I Was Talking To God #BellLetsTalk

I am angry. And I am fucking bitter. I am thirty-seven years old, I live at home with my mother, and three fucking cats, (adorable amazing little comfort animals but still, CATS) CATS MOTHERFUCKER! I AM THE CAT LADY. Mind you, I don't put my cats in costumes and take pictures of them for the… Continue reading Yesterday I Stood in My Shower And Screamed “Why Do You Hate Me?” I Was Talking To God #BellLetsTalk

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Yes, My Mental Health Is A Disability…Whether I Like It Or Not.

I hate saying the phrase "I am disabled," because I can walk, talk, go to the bathroom myself, shower myself, dress myself. Physically I am capable - if terrible shape, I can still do most things for myself without asking for help. My disability comes in the form of mental health issues, I deal with… Continue reading Yes, My Mental Health Is A Disability…Whether I Like It Or Not.