I woke up this morning and said, out loud, “Sunday funday lol.” And that’s how I’m feeling. LOL. Like, what the fuck y’all? What’s going on? Why is everything….. like this?
I did manage to find some good news though. So, let’s share that, relish in the fact that joy can be real even in the midst of pain.
+ Black Panther’s impact!!!
— Fiona Applebum says block Shaun King! (@WrittenByHanna) August 29, 2020
+ May I offer you a live kitten-cam for your blood pressure, perhaps?
+ Town and Country is… such a magazine! Anyway, Meghan Markle and Gloria Steinem sat down to chat about feminism…
+ Meryl Streep’s mom/pandemic fashion is iconic. Check out that proper mask wearing!!
+ Some morning affirmations from my Spotify to yours ❤️
+ Black Panther babies 🥺
I would really love a thread of Black kids in Black Panther costumes, as a way to remember and celebrate #ChadwickBoseman 💔
— derecka (@dereckapurnell) August 29, 2020
I’m gonna leave you with a poem by Kim Addonizio that I think about very often as of late. Because maybe you too, are the woman crying uncontrollably in the next stall.
If you ever woke in your dress at 4am ever
closed your legs to a man you loved opened
them for one you didn’t moved against
a pillow in the dark stood miserably on a beach
seaweed clinging to your ankles paid
good money for a bad haircut backed away
from a mirror that wanted to kill you bled
into the back seat for lack of a tampon
if you swam across a river under rain sang
using a dildo for a microphone stayed up
to watch the moon eat the sun entire
ripped out the stitches in your heart
because why not if you think nothing &
no one can / listen I love you joy is coming
I love you. Joy is coming.