I don’t know how I would even feel…

if i walked into my home and saw or someone had to break the news to me…

That the partner that I prayed for…

…was dead because he decided to delete himself.
i’m a very strong and resilient person but i can’t even imagine how that would fuck me up.
i would be left with so many thoughts and questions…

tilda
mikey
demi
zoe
angie
zendaya

it’s hollywood’s leading vixens stealing the show again.
they gathered around the hollywood reporter round table radiating wisdom,
charm,
and authenticity.
it was a masterclass in self-awareness and vulnerability.
tbh,
when i think of their male counterparts…

“I found me a new pineapple this year.
Who knows how to handle this here.” – MC Lyte

i’ve decided that when it comes to me and dating this year,
i’m stepping it up.
i’m going to be a high-class escort.
yes,
you read right…

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Mask off.

What happens when the American dream morphs into a nightmare you didn’t sign up for?

for years,
we believed hard work and a degree guaranteed stability.
this christmas,
reality delivered a stocking full of coal.
muskrat and “that indian jackal” made it painfully clear…

…and I JUST told someone before this happened I thought he was attractive.
Ugh.
I hate when people ruin their attractiveness with foolishness.

late one night,
while tumbling down a rabbit hole of black historical horrors,
i found myself revisiting the disturbing practice of “buck breaking”.
as you know,
or didn’t,
but it was a vile tactic used during slavery.
it was where male slaves were raped by their masters for dominance and emasculation.

fast forward to today,
comedian jackal,
andrew schultz made headlines for what he wanted to do to kendrick lamar.
after kendrick called him out in “wacced out murals” by saying:

“Don’t let no white comedian talk about no Black woman,
that’s law.”

andrew went full…

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…