Things To Consider…

When voting, you don’t have to agree with everything the candidate does. I for one realize every four years I have to pick between two lesser evils. I’m not chomping at the bit to serve two parties that were created for white men, by white men, I was considered property, which means I wasn’t considered at all. Still this is an extremely important election, one that means life and death in many ways. Here is why I’m voting for Biden:

  • Coronavirus: Everyone needs to wear a mask! This is going to be one of the darkest winters, many people will die due to Covid and the flu. This isn’t a political debate, it’s a fact of life. We cannot return to normalcy unless we take the necessary precautions.
  • Climate Change: The world is dying! We have less than ten years before the tipping point is irreversible. There is no planet B, just Earth! Space isn’t an option as cute as the fantasy sounds.
  • Human Rights: Women deserve the right to choose, immigrant’s deserve better treatment, white supremacy is not okay, police brutality needs to end…that’s just the tip of the iceberg.
  • Healthcare: Should be accessible to more people. Human lives should come before anything

Vote him out, we literally can’t afford to have it any other way!!! Can you think of something I missed?

Clinging To A Rope

See it all the time.
You are not a rug some man is standing on in a sixties advert.
Or a female dangling off the side of a cliff, clinging to a rope unequipped to hold your weight. Waiting for permission to live, or die from your “owner.”
An easily discarded piece of property, an object.
Here’s a reminder of the female plight we continue to fight: ( Please notice these are white women, with traces of Stand By Your Man on full display to this day. Problematic white women check yourselves, you’re conditioned until you’re not).

Do your part, use your voice. Love yourself enough to command respect. Which role do you play one who uses their voice, or an objectified being?Via: The Female Lead

Charlotte McSell-Pickles

What you absorb matters. Sometimes I’m dumbfounded by how woke and moral my childhood watches were. Charlotte Pickles was about that life. Even though Angelica was a demonic only child, she never lacked confidence. I see so many girls post doormat type ideals: be nice anyways, don’t respond to negativity, stick around no matter what…sis that ain’t it. Do no harm, but take no shit. When you allow others to disrespect you constantly without boundaries, you send a message to the universe that that’s your worth. In return the universe sends you people, places and things on that wave. This is how you create your reality. What energy are you emitting? Via: 2000s Fashionista

Bleeding As We Breathe

“People will forget what you said, people will forget what you did, but people will never forget how you made them feel.” Maya Angelou

That’s how Daniel the back waiter got cursed out at Posi two. Maybe he asked one too many questions, although from my recollection it was just the one. I answered him. I was in the middle of doing something before he interrupted me. He was a short, sturdy man who came up to my boobs, with slicked back hair and a quiet intelligence. Unlike others he didn’t have a Napoleonic complex, he didn’t need to prove himself.

The room was painted bright sunny oranges and yellows, but I wasn’t feeling like a ray of sunshine due to our exchange. Truthfully I’ll never know what was said, but I know I felt a way, especially after what he did next.
“Listen don’t take offense, but are you on your period or something?”
No this nigga did not. I could feel the hot rage behind my eyes as I narrowed in on him. This must be how predatory birds feel going in for the kill.

“Just because I respond a certain way doesn’t mean “I’m on my period, or something’. Do you know how sexist that is? And actually, for your information I’m not! I don’t know Daniel, it could be that I’m a human being expressing myself. Women are allowed to be angry without being invalidated. That’s just like telling me to smile. You wouldn’t say that to a man.”
“Ah, no it’s not,” he placidly refuted.
“Ah yes it is. Men can feel anyway they want without question, yet women have to be happy all the time, or we have our periods,” I finished the statement in a baby voice showcasing his infantile thinking.
“Alright, I’m sorry geez,” he walked away with more than he bargained for and nothing at all.

I finished up, then raced to the bathroom. Just in time too, I got my period. I gasped in utter shock. By my calculations it wasn’t suppose to arrive for days. Thank god I carry spare tampons. I’m one of those just in case people.

Atonement was necessary. Daniel was a good worker. All the servers competed for him to be assigned to their section, giving him leverage. He got to choose and he always chose me. Unless our strength needed to be divided throughout the restaurant on super busy nights. Proactive, always early, a Pratt alumni who lit up hearing my sister was a student; he boasted about attending with Robert Mapplethorpe. He had a daughter he loved more than anything, he was the best, until he relapsed on crack. But that was a little bit further along. I scouted him out to apologize, I’m accountable and he was deserving.

“Oh my god Daniel, I’m so sorry. I literally just got my period. How did you know?”
“It’s okay. You were acting different.”

Upon reflection it dawned on me, this wasn’t the first time a hispanic male coworker tracked my cycle. Nor was it the last. It wasn’t creepy, but in my experience hispanic men are extremely intuitive. They be knowing. I wanted to know too, but none of them ever gave me an explanation on what different meant.

This doesn’t mean a blanket statement should be made about women across the board, everyone is different, but apparently I’m nuts. Which goes to show that women overachieve with little to no credit. We clearly go through a hormonal shift, bleeding as we breathe and still, we do more than most men with no days off. RESPECT US, you can’t handle this continuous pain (as shown during male birth control trials) and still run the fucking show to be underpaid. Normalize menstruation without stigma. Via: Cecile Hoodie

For The One Dimensional

And the insecure. I don’t have surgery, I don’t wear foundation, I don’t contour. I don’t really try that hard, although I love prissy rituals, especially beauty products and self-care. There’s nothing wrong with these things, unless that’s all you are. I know I’m beautiful, the world is vain and I get treated as such. I am grateful for this asset, but it’s not all that I am, just a fraction. The display of superficiality, complicity to immoral people and stupidity on Instagram amongst women, is atrocious. I mean you’re not even trying, you’re better than this. You can’t ride for black women than be chill with the oppressor. It’s hypocritical and spineless.

I already blocked three men for irritating me and I’m not unblocking them. The entitlement and games. When you respect yourself so do others. Gabourey Sidibe got it right. Why are you afraid to roar, have integrity, address your catty self-loathing? Evolve. We get paid less, because they think we’re pretty, stupid creatures. How are you complicit in that? There are millions of pretty faces what else do you have? People who have nothing else to offer are BORING AF. YAWN. Via: Venice Republic


“Reading is the key that opens doors to many good things in life. Reading shaped my dreams, and more reading helped me make my dreams come true.”

She toughed it out five rounds against cancer and at 87 finally went to rest. Ruth Bader Ginsburg (a pisces and a New Yorker), The Notorious RBG, the second woman to serve The Supreme Court, was small but mighty. Although she was an advocate for all people, her biggest legacy is gender equality. This may sound insane to some, but for the greater part of human history, women due to our lack of brawn have been treated as subsets. In the lifetimes of many roaming, we were advertised as home furnishings, decorations to be walked on. There’s a “boys club,” because some topics are too grand for our peanut sized minds to comprehend. Like putting watermelon sized information into our grape sized brains, oh wait, that’s what we do when giving birth.

Women have a higher pain threshold for a reason, but are deemed weak due to sexist metrics that omit our strength all together. Even still our reproductive rights are a topic of conversation; the lighter end being Viagara is covered by health insurance, but birth control isn’t. Why are the options of women who are financially burdened, traumatized, assaulted, or just not ready a discussion? The decision in the hands of a consul who have no idea what it means, impossible for them to experience, but have so much to say? What about equal pay? That’s in the land of the free alone. Now take a moment to walk in the shoes of an impoverished Indian child, who has to marry her rapist, or a middle eastern woman who needs permission to leave the house.

Healing is an ugly, painful, messy thing, that’s why most avoid it. This year is forcing us as a collective to do so, purge our demons. Another light was taken, for us to realize what we took for granted, to guide us into greatness, by fueling us to be vocal, create change and make this planet a better place.

Thank you queen, for fighting for our rights to be seen as human, not subhuman. We won’t let you down. In her honor remember women can break barriers, be intelligent, hang with the boys and change the world. I dissent. Let’s make her last request come true. How has Ruth Bader Ginsburg’s work impacted your life? Google it, you’d be surprised. Via: Times Magazine & Bravery Mag

Sister Sister Feminism

Let them know Tia…or Tamera. I forgot which one said it. Been binge watching this on Netflix obviously.
Put some respect on these WAPS, we are not inferior beings. We deserve to be treated with human decency, we are not objects.

Via: Netflix