My last post

I just want to thank anyone who ever read, commented and even liked my blog. Today will be my last day posting on this site! I’ll be blogging from my new home www.thetokenblackgirl.ca and I’m hoping that you will continue to grow with me as I embark on a new adventure. Same ole’ shit but a little somethin’ new! It has meant the world to me to share so much of myself with you, and I want to thank you for being part of my growth!

Love always,

The Token Black Girl

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Lonely, lonely me

Brace yourself as it’s about to get fucking raw today. I’ve written about not wanting to die alone, but I’ve never broach the subject of loneliness before. To be honest, I didn’t really start feeling this loneliness shit until this year. I’m pretty sure that it has something to do with my age (early 30’s) or the fact that I’m single. I’m a loner, to the point that I sometime have to force myself to be social. I always thought I was above being lonely. I mean, can a loner ever feel lonely if they choose to be alone? Could I be confusing loneliness for lack of intimacy?

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For those who “don’t see color”

Welcome to your alternate universe, where up is down and down is hate. It would be ignorant of me to not touch on the this particular subject, especially considering what’s happening in the United States. From “building a wall” to the immigration ban, it seems that the theme for 2017 is white power. Where Democracy once reigned, some countries like Greece or Hungary are now reveling in what they call “nationalism” but we all know it by its old name: fascism. It is now seen as freedom of expression to be outwardly hateful to other human beings based solely on the fact that some people cannot accept the fact that the landscape of the world is now changing. Welcome to 2017, where the need for a Martin Luther King or Gandhi has never felt more needed than now…

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Maxed out by life

I wasn’t trying to sound ominous with this title, in fact this is probably the best title I could use to describe my life at the present moment. That sinking feeling that I get every time I open my planner and see the never ending list of shit I have to do. When will it ever end? I don’t have a problem saying no until it comes to things that I want to achieve. I keep telling myself that I need to do all these things but I’m often wrong. Is there a way to do everything that you wanna do and not get engulfed by the anxiety of doing it all? It feels like every deadline is right fucking now. If this sounds like I’m whining, you are correct, but where else can I do that??

 

*Illustration by Brad Amorosino*

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Men-roach infestation

Have you noticed the surge of videos from random men telling women that having their period is “unnatural “. That we must give up a, b, and c in order not to bleed. As if women haven’t been bleeding since the dawn of time. We all know that most men can’t help but show us the right way to be a woman, even with their  lack of vaginas. It’s been an incurable disease only manifested in the male species since…well, since women were bleeding. Men know everything that women could do better yet haven’t the faintest idea of how not to pee on a toilet seat. All of them lurching around, like roaches, ready to pounce on any women who may be confident, independent and secure. It’s like their entire existence is depends on the fact that we need them to function.  Dear men, I’m really curious: how can you solve our problems when you still can’t and won’t address your own misogyny? How does that work? Why is it that men can only see women’s behavior but not how their own behavior is often toxic and problematic, when it’s actually the root of a lot of the issues we as women have? Continue reading

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The confusing musings of my sexual liberation

I’m fortunate enough to know several, strongly opinionated women, some of whom identify as feminists and some who don’t. But the one thing that they all have in common, is the mere fact that they all believe that women everywhere should have the right to do whatever they want and that right certainly extends to their vaginas. This might be a feminist rant or it might be enjoyable commentary on what sexual liberation means to the modern woman, or it just might be bullshit. Either way, you’re gonna hear my thoughts. Some of which will make sense, and the rest just might be filler (yeah, I know…but in my defense, writing ain’t easy). We’ve all seen the “Hoe is life” hashtag everywhere in the last few years. Women are living their best hoe life while yelling from the rooftops that it’s no longer a man’s prerogative to fuck everything that breathes. I know part of this statement might be a reductive way to describe men, but this isn’t a space centered around them so  FUCK’EM! But what does sexual liberation actually mean? How did we get from marital virgin to hoe is life in 3 generations?

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