I’d describe myself as an amateur writer at best. I’m starting this blog for no other reason than the shits and giggles of thinking anyone may actually care to hear what I have to say. I write as a big Black transgender woman and you will often hear me speak on such in my writings. It’s a feat to float the lines of being exotic, endangered , erased and still looking forward to enjoying a cold bowl of Butter Pecan on hot summer days. I implore you to partake.
Letting Myself be known
Coming out for trans people is different. I don’t even know if I would describe it as a coming out. More of a coming in. And that coming in part is when you begin your transition. Transition never stops, it isn’t even one thing. It is everything , all the time, in all the ways.…
Black Hipster
Lying down on her thigh side In the bachelorette pad Youtube blasting Indie mix oct 22 thinking of nothing and everything. Sipping a cold brew the sky a turquoise in the dimmed room the sun setting and the meal is made steak, chuck with fat yellow rice gotta have that the candle, balsam im talking…
You won’t always feel good
I realize more and more that being good, loving life, smiling at the sun shining and the kids laughing won’t always come how I would like . I find sometimes that I’ll be feeling so good and the threat of something eroding that good feeling, that peace will be lurking just around the corner. And…
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Big Black Trans and Beautiful 