“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
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... Continue Reading →
"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... Continue Reading →
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... Continue Reading →
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... Continue Reading →
“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... Continue Reading →
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... Continue Reading →
a lyric essay on family and fatherhood; names have been changed out of respect for those involved. In mid-June of 2017, my brother becomes a father, and not in the usual biological fashion most men do, but rather in a philosophical way. The air is light, the Sun is high, it is 11am. My brother,... Continue Reading →
Foreseeing & Unseeing I usually do my grocery shopping on a Tuesday—to avoid the Saturday crowd and the ghosts that cling to weekend routines and recipes for Matzah ball soup. Though, with cucumbers at three dollars a pop, a recession is easily as scary as a scowling, shimmery ghoul floating behind his newlywed fiancé. The... Continue Reading →
A quieting So subtle and soft Masked By the whistle of the wind The girl goes Unheard.
Coffee cups clanging, crashing, kissing lips The bittersweet bliss of a “day off.” Market chatter, barter songs and siren calls, Glittery glass and cold concrete— The sounds of Saturday: Steel beams, rusted links and children playing; A week’s anxiety collected in a corner cubicle; The city sings its song of release As I seek Green... Continue Reading →
Positions are replaceable, People aren’t.
Where are you from? Not a question at all— An assertion, rather Of “not here.”
Extraordinary people are not exempted from the ordinary conditions of life.