Home Can’t Be Home Again When They take it away

I’ve always found the phrase forgive or forget to be too simplistic to ever serve as a go to for resolving conflicts or getting over a transgression. I think at the heart of it ,it is asking the wronged to erase the episode in one way or another. Make it blank , clear it outContinue reading “Home Can’t Be Home Again When They take it away”

They get us young and pretty

The violence that afflicts the lives of Black trans women keeps us wondering when. When be the day that we are a headline, a mis-gendered corpse that elicits hashtags and sweet memories from those who claim to know us best. I’ve written before about keeping up with my murdered kin, if for no other reasonContinue reading “They get us young and pretty”

On touching privilege sometimes…

I always remark that I am never sure about how I’m read in the world. It’s something that I never rid myself of, wondering. Wondering how I’m being perceived , am I being spooked, what will I deal with as a result or not of being known. It’s such an enormous load of rubbish atContinue reading “On touching privilege sometimes…”

“Don’t throw it in face ” and other shit cis-hets need to stop saying

I’ve found that revealing one’s self is one of the most challenging tasks someone can perform sometimes. Cause at the heart of revelations people want to be seen, to be accepted, to have their truth recognized as valid. Having lived my life a member of the Rainbow tribe, I’ve long dealt with closets and comingContinue reading ““Don’t throw it in face ” and other shit cis-hets need to stop saying”

If Fear is All You Have To Give

Talking nowadays can be so challenging. I think that the world is in such a constant ,omnipresent state of chaos and confusion. Everybody is playing guesswork and we’re reaping the benefits of a society that says one thing, means another and pushes enough discord to encourage polarization. It makes for some very loaded conversations andContinue reading “If Fear is All You Have To Give”

The Porsche

Tasha sighed aloud to herself watching the dull but jubilant nightlife of Roosevelt Square. Every time she came out here to work which was going on 6 days a week at 8 months in counting, she thought of how much she stuck out in the heavily Indian and South American neighborhood. It made her positionContinue reading “The Porsche”