2 Sides to Every Story “Just right,” the yellow-haired monster said, before she swallowed the remnants of their dinner. When my mother and I argue, there are always two sides to the story we write together. I said this, she said that; I meant this, she meant that. I find it interesting how memory can... Continue Reading →
“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 →
Today I'm writing this post to remind and ensure everyone that #BlackGirlMagic is not a threat to white people, 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... 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 →
Tears I remember when crying was the result of any and everything. Elation, rage, hope and hopelessness. Now I am an empty well. Is that what happens? I heard you harden as you age, dry up, lose the sensibilities of youth. I can’t cry anymore. Where has my water gone?Heavy eyes on my face begging... Continue Reading →
Side Chick / Side of Fries They Went Home They went home and told their wives,that never once in all their lives,had they known a girl like me,But... They went home. They said my house was licking clean,no word I spoke was ever mean,I had an air of mystery,But... They went home. My praises were... Continue Reading →
Patience is a virtue. A guru tells me that the root of my impatience is insecurity. I marvel over the thought. How interesting. This fear that if you are not chosen first you will never be chosen. This phobia of being forgotten. Instant gratification spoils romance. What happened to certainty? Knowing what you need and... Continue Reading →
with five friends I am five colours though, all shades of emerald green. —alexandrite & mystic topaz, from in transit matcha tea & bibimbap / sorry, Mr. Leeberman I met my first best friend, or at least the first best friend I can remember, in third grade. We hung out a few times at recess... Continue Reading →
I see you in the curves of the street On your skateboard Curly headed and hot from the heat My Parkdale prince First love, last love, lost love We meet in old places Tracing lines over memories Stamped into our skin, onto our Hearts, necks Sex, raw and passionate Unrelenting and selfish We crave each... Continue Reading →
My spirit is being threatened; today I feel the weight of Lucille Clifton’s line “won’t you celebrate with me… that everyday someone has tried to kill me and has failed.”
Is it the vexation of being misunderstood that shakes you so? Or is it frightening to know that someone, somewhere sees you clearly?
A body of burden A burden for a body How might one Lighten the load?