NYC – Big Black Trans and Beautiful

Off College Ave

Keep pushing baby, keep pushing hard You gon fall real hard and bump your head You gon be dry fucked without a sheet to bite You gon freeze and burn up without a coat You gon contemplate on empty days picking up trash And putting it in your mouth You gon know dirty train seatsContinue reading “Off College Ave”

Fried Chicken Lover

Fried chicken feels like home Fried hard and crispy, a mess and twisty , the seasonings burst in my mouth as the crunch massages my ear. My teeth come down and meet the sweetest cooked flesh of that blessed chicken And Im grinning and Im winning and Im finning and im sinning , my gluttonyContinue reading “Fried Chicken Lover”

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”

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 “

Loss of my Village

I struggle with letting go of people, places and things. When they have meant something ,it is so challenging to accept that it will never be for me what it once was. There is no truer case of this for me than Greenwich Village and the Piers. As a New Yorker born and bred, I’veContinue reading “Loss of my Village”

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”

Travel as A Black Transwoman

Without a doubt,one of the joys I find in my life and living is travel. There is something about leaving the immediate vicinity of my home base that fills me with this giddiness. It’s like knowing I’m bouta embark on something so new and so risky yet so rewarding. As a child,I was an avidContinue reading “Travel as A Black Transwoman”