Originally posted on Left at the Lights:
I didn’t celebrate International Women’s Day. I didn’t feel I had the right to. I’ve known for a while that maybe I’m not allowed to call myself a feminist because of the way feminism isn’t really much about real equality (justice), or hasn’t been for quite some time…
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HEART SPEAK: Saturday Holla-Rant (sucky homework, feminism, dope bodyboarders, instagram)
^ This song ^ which I discovered on Instagram by following a like to a like and then discovering the feed of one of the younger dudes that hangs out and bodyboards at the beach I go to–this one in fact, where I took Eddie and Megan to eat burritos on their way out of…
Why I Stopped Identifying With White Feminism
Originally posted on ofcourseitsaboutyou:
(Inspired by @SamAmbreen’s post here: We will not let white feminism divide and conquer us) Today I’ve been talking with @HadleyFreeman about a series of posts she made to @JudeinLondon earlier in the day. Short story: Freeman wrote a problematic article, Jude discussed it on Twitter without linking to Freeman, someone…
My second half. Suddenly I am different.
My second half started yesterday–the reflective part of my cycle, post-ovulation. It is amazing–suddenly I am different woman, unknown to myself or at least in context of the “committed to her work and firey with creative projects rebel grl” of the past several weeks. Today me, she just wants depth. She has neeeeds. Clings to,…
Spring is coming. I’m grown & don’t have to just lay there.
I was luminal and dreaming in my bed which means not really sleeping but not knowing that–blankie tucked all around the crevice landscape of chin shoulder ear hair. It was my patients I was luminous with, the walk with one, the couch with another, in slow-mo, returning to them in the night time as if…
#DangerousBlackKids A Love Letter From Hood Feminists to Our Children
#DangerousBlackKids A Love Letter From Hood Feminists to Our Children.
House of Cards: Why not calling myself a Feminist often seems like the most pro-femi thing I can do.
You’ve gotta be fucking kidding me–what I’m thinking. What I’m doing? Circling my little room. Rump directing and redirecting like a yellow jacket about to take sweet you know? I was getting ready to write. Circling the whole of my apartment, a single little room because Woolf was right, it’s a tenant of feminism with which I…
Sunday holla.
You know how sometimes there’s sunshine, a dusty square of it on the floor or wall, and you’re doing whatever you do, and it’s there, being sunshine. Helping you be better at you? That’s kinda what it’s been like. 6 days offa instatwitface. About to take my second trip to the hardware store of the…
