“Witches aren’t monsters, they’re just women! They’re fucking women who cum and giggle and play in the night. And that’s why everybody wants to set them on fire ‘cause they’re so fucking jealous” – Ilana Wexler, Broad City, S4:E3-18:30-19:10 Witches
Mini Skirts, Side Salads & Religion
I ate meat accidentally on Wednesday. I was with a party who hadn’t realized there was meat hidden in a dish. I was mortified when it was discussed afterward and it seemed everyone knew– apart from me, although it was announced that I was a vegetarian in the beginning. Everyone seemed to smile at me…
Baby Blue.
“Nevertheless, in every kind of human communication, there are always going to be things that one cannot translate. No matter what the language, there are gaps and absences.” “I became very interested in these kinds of vacillations and in how they are expressed through physical places and psychics states.” “Once I was able to…
#BlackGirlMagic is not a Cult
Today I’m writing this post to remind and ensure everyone that #BlackGirlMagic is not a threat to whiteness, it never has been and never will be. Rather #BlackGirlMagic is a hashtag of empowerment. More and more each day this hashtag has populated the feeds of Facebook, Instagram and Twitter and for that we have CaShawn…
Types of Privilege – Part One
Privilege rears its head in many forms and places. It is crucial to remember that those who are privileged in one form may be under privileged in another. And for that reason, we must always reassess the roles we play in the narratives of privilege and discrimination. Heterosexual Privilege: I have a love/hate relationship with Coming…
Pussy for Privilege: Part One
“He’s gone, it’s time to lose the weight and move on.” “Don’t marry anyone too dark.” “Why is your hair like this?” “Oh my god, I’m in shock.” “You look so good.” “Is this hair yours? Is it relaxed?” “Men like curly hair, but nothing too kinky.” “Marry a white man.” Here are just a…
Rant: “Nude” vs. “Beige”
I spend 40 hours a week working as a Bra Specialist at a Canadian lingerie retailer. Although, it isn’t what I intend to do for the rest of my life, it has taught me some incredible life lessons and skills. Amoung them are the controversies and issues with the word “nude.” In the beginning, I…
Pure Nostalia: A playlist
Pizzicato Five – Baby Love Child Pure Bathing Culture – Evergreener Alvvays – Not My Baby Alt-J – Breezeblocks Tennis – Timothy Mother, Mother – Simply, Simple The xx – Islands Fiona Apple – Container Daughter – Candles Fiona Apple – Paper Bag Beyonce – Halo Now, Now – School Friends Voyou – Il neige…
5.23.19
How life’s beauty Soars across a spectrum: Silence for some, And song for others. Suddenly, Green and blue share a similar hue– A rainbow of sisters– So lovely.
5.13.19
I found $100 today. That’s the most I’ve ever found. I also saw my brother, Kevin, as the streetcar pulled into St Clair Station. I was thinking about him a stop before the station. I heard he had a daughter. What was she like? She should be four now. They say brothers of brothers have…
Pep Talk 67: Bitch Co-Worker
Correct me if I’m wrong–but you can’t stand this bitch. And that’s fine. What isn’t fine is that I can tell. Suddenly, you’re aggressive and uncooperative. You avoid her like the plague and walk around the office like someone kicked your dog. I have to tell you before someone else does, but you don’t have…
5.6.19
Budding, Blooming, Bright. Spring is in the air.
4.29.19
The magical mixture Of hindsight And progress.
4.27.19
Copper coins, Found in the rain, Glitter through a glare Of tears And rain water. Their heads turned up, Their tails turned down, And my tail between my legs As I walk home. I am unfortunately, fortunate to find A trail of empty riches, A path of pennies In this time of heartache.
4.23.19
I am lighter today: Lungs full, Heart open, Thoughts quiet, Only my feet are grounded.
4.22.19
My tangled tongue trips over words of you.
4.14.19
In the Fall, I let go of you As the trees let go of Their leaves. My heartbeats echo your name And as the air becomes crisp and cold I fall into a well of dispair. I sleep until noon I hibernate and embrace My personal winter.
