this year alone,
17 trans-vixens have been murdered.
bee love slater will be the 18th in south florida.
i don’t what possesses folks to be so evil,
but this following story was so heartbreaking via “the daily mail“…
my foxy senses are intense these days.
more intense than normal.
i seem to pick up people’s energy really quickly nowadays.
lately at work,
i’ve been feeling like an outcast at the “cool table” at work.
that shouldn’t bother me because i’ve always been an outcast.
with some of the straight wolves at my job,
i can feel the distance from them.
even with some males and foxholers i converse with online.
it’s a weird season for me.
as i was coming home on the train today,
i had some really intense energy about mi.
in my head,
i got these random thoughts that she had died or something…
as the years go on,
folks i grew up with start to leave this forest.
our journeys have to come to an end eventually.
i remember finding “boyz n the hood” in my uncle’s tape collection.
he had all the good black movies.
i was pretty young and he was a little slow to catch on to dvds.
i remember watching this movie,
while he was supposed to be watching me,
and being fascinated by south central la.
this iconic scene is also one that haunted me for weeks:
i was so traumatized,
but good art can do that.
that was when i became a lowkey stan of john singleton…
2019 is wild.
it has been one thing after another.
i didn’t know much about nipsey hussle.
he wasn’t someone i really listened to,
but i knew of him.
this is the last thing i saw with him…
it’s getting to the point where 90s icons are getting up there.
which means they will be leaving us soon.
some of us grew up watching their shows,
while others aren’t that familiar,
but they know who the person is if they saw them.
i didn’t know much about luke perry besides…