The Letter Series: Dear Allies

The Letter Series: Dear Allies

I am not an Ally. I am an asshole. Over the years, I’ve come to embrace that last statement. Alternatively, I never would have thought I’d be able to make that first statement knowing what it implies. In times like these, I’m reminded of the secret societies and why they were originally created: because the ideas held by their constituents were often taboo, unpopular, and unwelcome in polite society. Secret societies were like safe places for the world’s best, brightest, most innovative thinkers. I think its time for a new one. Assholes like me need a Secret Society where the determination Read more »

DDD: I Am An Angry Black Woman

DDD: I Am An Angry Black Woman

I’m angry. I’m pissed. I’m incensed. I have an attitude. I’m mad. I’ve had “Resting Bitch Face” since long before having a resting bitch face was in style. Oh, and in case I haven’t been clear on this fact, I’m Black… and a womanly woman with lady parts. Got it? Good. So when you, in your infinite wisdom and privilege, curl your lips to make statements about my character, or tell me to “smile, it’s not that bad…” understand that you have now contributed to what was probably an already unpleasant day. You don’t know my life. You can’t fathom my struggle.  Read more »

And now we come to…the end of an era

And now we come to…the end of an era

Today, oddly enough was supposed to be the pay off FINALLY for a number of posts about relationships that I thought might be better than all my previous ruthless on relationships post. And indeed I’ll get to that later.   Instead, Today is a day I bring us to a place I knew could happen, but was happy every time it didn’t. Today we end the hour for the last time. What do I mean? Today is the beginning of a goodbye party. For this blog. Oh it will continue to exist, but a transition is afoot. And so with Read more »

When your enemies go to war, you win?

When your enemies go to war, you win?

Let’s skip the pleasant notions here. I’ve said before that the man who got me through the bar both times was Jonathan Grossman and the woman who gave me a great plan was Kaci Line. And there is a reason for that. My bar essay class. A mandatory bar prep course we had my very last semester, was taught by one of the subjects of this piece, and frankly was horrid. His reposting of Daughters of the Confederacy videos aside, his incorrect information, unfocused technique, and frankly annoying teaching method are what I’m addressing here as his part in this. Read more »

Secret Truth of the Universe: Racist Atheists

Secret Truth of the Universe: Racist Atheists

Where am I? You’re on Words Don’t Do It Justice… How did I get here? Man, who knows. Sometimes you surprise even me. Where is everybody? Again, you tell me. You’ve been gone a very long time… Yes. Too long.  Now what do we say to the people who say you’ve quit? “Rumors of my demise have been greatly exaggerated.” And what do we say to Reign as she goes on vacation? “HOLD THE DOOR!”   So, Reign is taking a break for a couple weeks after holding things together while I dealt with what I can only call the Read more »

Story Time: The Price of Being Conscious

Story Time: The Price of Being Conscious

It’s a strange thing being “conscious.” I don’t generally consider myself conscious becauseof the connotation. For example, I was trying to decide whether I was going to address the anti trans issue or the Lemonade mini movie–which I still haven’t seen. Initially, I decided on the trans issue because going out of my way to give any performer my attention… it just isn’t that important. The trans issue, on the other hand, I haven’t addressed beyond my disgust over the new Miss Jenner’s claiming the woman of the year award. Yesterday, I had an epiphany: the trans issue doesn’t need my voice. Read more »

Story Time: Hood Mentality

Story Time: Hood Mentality

It’s been a long time since I lived in the hood. Even when I lived in the hood, it wasn’t the kind of hood that I had to look around and feel some kind of way about. I lived in an area of Brooklyn with mostly Caribbean home owners. They took pride in what was theirs; swept the sidewalks in front of their stoops, picked up litter and trash, made sure the block was clean after the garbage truck passed. The area I went to school in on the other hand was a different story. The common theme–the mentality–was “no Read more »