Being called an “Oreo” as a young girl and throughout adulthood was a dagger thrown at me for existing in a Black body while cranking my head to Nirvana; knowing all the lyrics to R.E.M.’s Green album; shopping at Lululemon; dying my hair purple; dating white folx; making vegan…
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or Bonding While Black (Corrected Version)
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I started this blog as a way to express some of the heartaches that I have felt and continue to feel as a Black Femme. Over the course of this crazy…
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In my early thirties I played Missy Marmalade, a shy, slightly awkward member of Harlem Shake Burlesque, the nation’s first all-Black burlesque troupe…
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sorry I'm late I didn't want to come
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Or why I couldn't bring myself to buy weed until it was legal
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Rosemarie tapped my shoulder to whisper, It’s time. I leapt to my feet and sat on the edge of the bed taking Grandma’s hand as she took her last few…
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I got off the bus one stop early so that I could take the shortcut down Guerrero to 18th. By providence, I caught a stranger’s eyes on me as I exited…
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