“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
6.18.18
A trio of strong women Lit candles in my honour And sang love to me. I sleep and dream And awake Anew.
Unappealing YouTube Titles
I love YouTube. It helps me keep up to date with art news, watch the latest fashion shows, has video essays on history, race, politics and feminism. Though, it has an ugly side-- from privileged, mysognist YouTubers to commenters who police women's bodies to plain assholes. Here a just a few unappealing titles: 15 Things... Continue Reading →
I’m Tired
I'm tired of repeating myself. I'm tired of over explaining myself. I'm tired of having to fluff your ego. I'm tired of being your fluffer. I'm tired of people not listening. I'm tired of people waiting for me to finish so they can continue talking. I'm tired of working with people who don't give a... Continue Reading →
How Should We Talk About Intolerance?
How should we discuss injustice and intolerance so that our audience isn't uncomfortable, guilt-stricken or attacked? Simple. Well maybe not. Personally, I don't think it's possible to have honest, behaviour changing conversations without these feelings. I do think there are ways of calling out racist, xenophobic, intolerant behaviours in a way that is respectful, but... Continue Reading →
Excerpts from: The Table Called “cAfrica.”
I went to a high school that changed my life. And while I pride myself on living in hyperbole that statement is the truest of my many exaggerations. I went to a high school that changed my life for many reasons: I had two teachers--Mrs. M and Mr. G--who taught me to both get my... Continue Reading →
Open Letter #2
The moment I realized I was special, I had already been special for 20 years. It was a delayed realization, of course, and it came to me when my trauma started to fade into the background. My father was dead, yes, and somehow I was still alive after many thoughts of not being that... Continue Reading →
Why I cut my hair… And Why IDGAF if you don’t like it.
On December 24th 2016, I cut my hair. Naturally, the initial response to my Big Chop was that I was losing my mind: "Why'd you cut off all your hair?" "I guess you could always where a wig." "I almost fainted." After a while, I started to wonder whether or not these responses were ones... Continue Reading →
#BlackGirlMagic is not a Cult
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 →
Virtual Safe Spaces: Habbo Hotel
I've been playing Habbo Hotel since 2006. I'd sign on, visit a popular space and make new friends. When it comes to thinking about virtual safe spaces the phrase itself can seem contradictory. For example, I entirely avoid the YouTube comment section when Cheescaleigh uploads a video on MTV's Decoded. Francesca even mentioned that she had... Continue Reading →
Famous Last Words 