This shit ain’t healthy or normal, y’all. And dealing with it, reconciling it mentally contributes to your hood PTSD.
That job, that man, your momma and your daddy, your pastor and the congregation, whatever the person or situation ... AIN'T GONE CHANGE, SIS!
Yeah, I said it. Because as I scrolled through my timeline this past weekend, all I saw was people doing the absolute most on this Profoundly app. For those who are as clueless as I was a few days ago, Profoundly is an app you can embed into your Facebook profile that allows your Facebook friends to … Continue reading Some of Y’all PROFOUNDLY P*SSY
I know, I know, you clicked on this blog to check on my mental health and to make sure I’m not high, right? But before you call the men in the white an with the straight jackets, hear me out for a few minutes ... please ... I promise, the discussion is at least worth … Continue reading Why Kodak Black is Important (Noooo, but For Real Though)
Nipsey Hussle died this weekend. The shit hurt my heart and I don’t even know that man ... and I’ve never been the type to get wrapped up in celebrity shit beyond the entertainment value. But this one hurt. We all watched as people gathered in the streets. We watched as the police arrested the … Continue reading R.I.P Nipsey Hussle: Conspiracy Theories and Black People
I’m fat. Maybe not fat af. But I definitely have to buy new jeans every few months because my thighs rubbing together thins the fabric. And I definitely make sure my bra sits far enough on my back to keep my back fat contained ... And I definitely have to push my boobs down to … Continue reading I’m a Fat Chick
This week’s lesson is less about what I learned about me this week … And more about what I learned about the world. You know, like a proverbial light bulb moment, only this light bulb was turned out a while ago. In fact, I wrote a whole blog about this light bulb moment last year, called … Continue reading My Struggle, My Identity, My Life is NOT FOR SALE!
I’ve been a horrible friend. I’ve betrayed people who trusted me. I’ve broken hearts unapologetically. I’ve hurt people who showed me nothing but kindness. Yes. Me. I did those things.
Brianna, 36 Sexuality: “As straight as they come.” Children: "Nope … unless you count the cats." Relationship Status: Married Throughout this journey, I dropped a few thug tears, laughed hysterically, clutched my pearls, and experienced just about every human emotion in between. But I had a blast … Because I … NO … we made … Continue reading TheLadyWrites82 Presents: The People Series — Episode 6: Little Notes to God
When I speak to black men my age (and older), I get this general consensus that they feel invisible; like no one believes them about the things with which they struggle. Of course this wasn’t explicitly articulated to me in these words, But as I went through this week’s conversation, I started thinking about other … Continue reading The LadyWrites82 Presents: The People Series: Episode 5: The Case of the Invisible Black Man