Relax, it’s Friday. Enjoy some dog content.
I am not white, and I don’t particularly want white kids. I definitely do not want to pay for white sperm.
Vanessa is thru-hiking the Pacific Crest Trail this summer and she’s taking us with her! Follow along as she walks 2,650 miles from Mexico to Canada.
Fitting into Los Angeles wasn’t going to happen for me. Or so I thought, until I stopped trying.
“What I’m saying is not that art solved my problems, but instead that the strength I found through creating and through fighting back, still pushes me forward.”
From now on, what you can expect from me is the proper allocation of meaningful emotion (regret and sorrow) and matter-of-fact breakdowns of the world’s ills.
Talking, laughing, loving, breathing, spiraling, existential dreading…
The joke was that we had to have sex before the election, because if Donald Trump won, I never wanted to be touched again. It was a joke. A joke.
If Alice Walker once said “hard times require furious dancing,” then hard times call for reading poetry, particularly black poets. Follow zaynab’s journey in reconnecting with black poetry as a means of daily survival and understand why reading the work of black poets can enhance our collective understandings of what it means to cultivate and sustain resistance.
“I pushed and shoved and laughed and danced in big black shoes that would later bruise my feet, next to a girl who would later love me back.”
When I read poetry, including the Psalms, it messes with my alignment. It forces me to sit up straighter and recognize words and ideas that pluck at the sinewy parts of myself I ignore. I hope in these few weeks we can all try to read some things that scare us.
A cautionary tale.
“It is a matter of national survival that we never get used to the president’s hair.”
I like to think I can control my anger, but I usually end up burning my own life down instead.
A love letter to the only woman that stole my heart and snatched my scalp at the same damn time.
My journey to self-love through the influence of Whitney Houston’s life and music.
When the world feels dark, we have to find the light where we can and hold onto it. This is a story about a bright, shining spot of goodness: My Granny.
After I wrote “I Was Trained for the Culture Wars in Home School, Awaiting Someone Like Mike Pence as a Messiah,” readers had a lot of questions for me. While I’m working on follow up pieces, I wanted to answer some of the most common questions and provide some explanation.
“It’s one of the hardest things most of us, as a community, will ever have to do and has the capacity to irrevocably change our lives… for better or worse.”
To take back the country for Christ, we needed to outbreed, outvote and outactivate the other side, thus saith The Lord.