“We grieve different.”

some of us are grieving a death.
someone of us are grieving heartbreak.
some of us are grieving unemployment.
some of us are grieving betrayal.
some of us are grieving all of the above.
2024 has been the year we were all unified in grief.
right now,
i’m grieving…

“How would you feel if I told you I had sex with “insert another male we know here“?”

that question he asked me made me so horny…

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If you had asked me a few years ago,
I would’ve said I’d be devastated if Work Wolf died.
If he died tomorrow,
I probably wouldn’t care.
That is a done deal.

it’s funny how time and perspective change everything,
isn’t it?

last night,
one of my good friends told me her great love had passed away unexpectedly.
i never met him but the news hit harder than i expected…

Have you ever noticed how the truth can get buried under a really good performance by someone who is seen as “good”?

i can’t font you how many “glinda the good witches” i’ve met in my time on this forest.
the ones who sparkle with kindness and virtue because of wealth or popularity.
if we’re being 110%,
they were all “glinda the good bitches” because eventually,
it’s almost theatrical how their exposure is.

Unfortunately for you,
you don’t get the luxury of an apology from the munchkins who listened.
You just end up all wet.

funny enough,
i’ve never seen or read wicked…

How do we measure masculinity in the black community?

Is it in the depth of our voice,
the weight we can lift,
or the quiet battles we fight when no one’s watching?

i’ve been cool with cheaters,
liars,
and even a few abusers who were all straight.
the wild part is…

Have you ever been told you’re not doing enough for God?

someone hit me with that last night,
and let me font you,
that shit didn’t sit right with me.

WTF does God want me to do?

i go to church,
pray,
and give gratitude for the big and small things.
i could understand if i was out here being evil and karma was out to get me.
believe or not,
i choose kindness over being a feral bitch 98% of the time.
am i supposed to sign some celestial contract in blood?
the wild part is if that was the case,
i’d be living like a king.
it’s moments like this where the whole “God thing” feels…