The World Will Always Have Crying Children
A show on Black Christianity (and CSA). The true story of an exploited kidnapped child. A case about a a raped child. And my own story.
A show on Black Christianity (and CSA). The true story of an exploited kidnapped child. A case about a a raped child. And my own story.
This picture was shot by a sweet young photographer at an Open Mic event in 2012 when she spotted the flowers I was carrying.
Last week, I drew a line and said, “I’m done. No more. Goodbye.” I have lived through the dreadfulness of limbo, the sheer callousness of men who will not spend a minute reflecting on their feelings. And you know what? It is just not that important any more. 2017 wrecked…
Reading ‘Rust & Stardust’ (a true crime account that inspired the fiction book ‘Lolita’) helped me process old trauma.
“That looks like me. I belong.
In my skin,
in this city.”
I remember this moment. It was so of this city.
I went to a party with people who practice polyamory.
We are a world of screaming and no conversations.
I’m finding my menstrual cup is a good way to keep a check on my overall health.
Yes, that’s what I said. Yes, all men. Yes, as an entire gender.
I ran into someone who last saw me before I went through the biggest war of my life. I had to think about how to tell my story.