"We began before words and we will end beyond words."
It's a shame that I'm writing this, but I have to. It isn't my intention to call anyone out... or maybe it is. Maybe it is my intention to call out this friend and all the other "friends" out there that justify their racism with "it's my opinion" or "I have black friends." Over the... Continue Reading →
I've slept with twenty-seven people. Thirteen girls and fourteen guys. I know, who would've thought I had all that spare time. So, now that you know I've been around the block what do you think of me? Am I: a) a slut b) a prude or c) an average girl? Chances are your answer dances around a)... Continue Reading →
Every now and then I'll get the inevitable question that I suspect every person of colour writing about being a person of colour gets: Why can't you just forget about race? And while I find the question to be so incredibly ignorant and offensive I do my best to explain the reasons why I can't... Continue Reading →
Post-Cinematic Affect Without a doubt, our “world of hypermediacy … and ubiquitous digital technologies” has altered our very state of being (Shaviro 9). Politics, popular culture, war and economy play vital roles in... Continue Reading →
In the pools I mop up, From vases turned over, I often see your reflection. It's Valentine's Day again, And you bring me flowers that are So fragrant and red-- Simply scented to mask the smell of your cheating. I hear the girl's voice echo from the bottom of the vase I see her reflection... Continue Reading →
I'm writing about White Guilt today to address some ignorant comments and messages I've received lately. For those of you who don't know White Guilt is defined as the individual or collective guilt felt by some white people for harm resulting from racist treatment of ethnic minorities by whites both historically and currently. Some narcissists... Continue Reading →
I hate that being with you makes me lose my sense of self, like laying in water, tepid, like body temperature and there’s a boundlessness: Like I’m flying. In our separation I sometimes feel odd, like something is missing and colours aren’t as bright. I don’t like this poignant smell of love that suffocates me,... Continue Reading →
Famous Last Words 