lgbt – Big Black Trans and Beautiful

Being woman enough

A hang -up of mine that I try to work on is the persistent feeling of being inadequate as a woman. Of not having certain attributes, life-experiences or enough validation as a woman. This hang up is present the most on days when I feel low and I see a woman , most likely cisContinue reading “Being woman enough”

Shout out to The Chi

I love The Chi ,Lena Waithe’s showtime show. This show always has the most realistic characters and storylines that center the Black experience and nuances of life in a major metropolis for Black people. I love the wide array of different kinds of characters we get to see from smart, sensitive super teen Kevin, fromContinue reading “Shout out to The Chi”

Dashed

You wasn’t no good for me but I loved you You got the best of me and gave me scraps that seemed monumental Just thinking of things you said and all that you never could Think of how the rarest “I love you’s” never made eye contact Think of how it was always rough whileContinue reading “Dashed”

Insecurities and Pretty Politics

I am insecure. This is a statement that one is not supposed to admit. It’s a statement that is followed up by inputs from others on why this is an asinine take and why I am supposed to know that I’m the baddest bitch I can be. Whatever I am insecure about, I am toldContinue reading “Insecurities and Pretty Politics”

Third wind

Stella aint got shit on me Sunlight filtered through the window shining light on all the mess caused by last night. Jorge’s movements next to me stirred me awake and to a pounding headache and sore jaw. And then it came to me. It had been Homo Night at Nikki’s bar. The place was packedContinue reading “Third wind”

Champagne’s Conflict

Champagne woke up wanting somebody. It had been a minute since she’d had that touch that said,” You’re special,you’re sexy, you’re woman”. Had been a minute since she had even heard the words despite a rather robust sexual life. She assumed the position of easy to please and adjustable for any pose or position. TheContinue reading “Champagne’s Conflict”

COLD NIGHT

The young brown skinned thing was a queer sight walking up and down West 10th street. The cold winds wafting off the Hudson chilled her neck. She hoisted up her skirt and flashed her brown glory hole to passing cars with willing johns. At this time of night , most of the johns were oldContinue reading “COLD NIGHT “

The Chat Line

“Chicken Noodle Soup, chicken noodle soup, chicken noodle soup with a soda on the side. Let’s get it ,lets get it”, the new single from Harlem rapper DJ Webstar blared from Hot 97. “What girl that fool did what?”, I laughed out loud at my best friend Asia’s story. She was dancing and tellingContinue reading “The Chat Line “

King Kevin and I

I was nervous and over it as I walked to my third period Humanities class. It was the class in which Kevin Booker, the gorgeous high school quarterback ass hole jock and his fellow asshole jocks reigned supreme. I couldn’t understand why they always had to flex, why they always had to fuck with meContinue reading “King Kevin and I”

On being sometimes

It is dangerous to be a transgender woman. Always. That thought has found a way to haunt me everyday of my life. It comes to me at the oddest of times in between thoughts of what to eat for dinner and what show to binge next on Netflix. Women like me make a sort ofContinue reading “On being sometimes”