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I am no stranger to romance. I have had women be intentional about me, non-binary and trans folk woo me, and have had men romance me and study me. I’ve overlooked the Bay that Otis Redding would sing about during sunset, been kissed in the middle of the street as if lives depended on it, and been wine and dined with flowers and live orchestral performances. I realise I am one of the lucky ones. So imagine my surprise when I decided to give up on dating. I have been single for

I love tattoos. As a kid, I was always drawing on myself. Anything I could make with a Sharpie, I did it: stars, hearts, clouds, smiley faces– at the time, I believed my artistic abilities were limited. My mother hated it, mainly because she didn’t want the ink seeping into my veins and poisoning me. But what can I say? I loved the aesthetic that tattoos and piercings provide. The alternative look was so exciting to me, and my Tumblr reflected that. It wasn’t until I pierced

staying alive and staying happy My apologies for the delayed newsletter; I so desperately needed a break. I needed a break from it all—the job, the routine, the stress, and the worry. I was burning out, and so I did the one thing that I could think of: I called my bestie and took a 24-hour trip to New York. On my way to meet her, I called up one of my line sisters. She and I were talking about the importance of having something to look forward to now that we’ve been in this a

It’s March 1st, and I am itching for Spring to begin. After several weeks of snowstorms, belowing-freezing temperatures, and these eclipses, I am so ready to feel the warmth of the sun and humid air. It’s imperative. But I must be honest, this winter was not restful for me. I’ve been working. I have been trying to make this white man's money—and when I wasn’t, I was running around the thirteen colonies as if I were on the run. I am beat. And there’s something about Spring tha

In recent days, I’ve decided that I have no desire to be meek. Being raised with Southern Baptist ideals and foundations had truly ruined my self-esteem and humbled1 me into oblivion. When caught admiring myself, I was told that God would take my beauty away as easily as He gave it to me. That God loved me despite my sexuality and that He would “meet me where I’m at” as if I could not be loved loudly and boldly for all that I encompass. As if God didn’t create me to be such.

Hello and Happy New Year to those who follow the Gregorian Calendar! Four days into the year, how is it going for you? How did 2025 end for you? Speaking for myself, I have felt incredibly giddy and, honestly, a bit like Harley Quinn mentally. Don’t test me—I could explode. But we will have a good laugh in the meantime while we wait for the countdown towards the implosion. As we transition from December to January, we’re rolling into the new year. This holiday season was very

I initially wanted to write this post about “fast women”. Women who are promiscuous and daring. Women who actively please themselves— physically and emotionally. Fast women possess a specific form of freedom that is spiritually liberating. As if there’s a burst of rays beaming from their chest and lighting up the room as they twirl and sway to the music, arms wide open and head swung back. They are joyous. I was watching the 1976 version of Sparkle starring Irene Cara with th

By 25, my nervous system had been shot. I have spent a lot of time living in chaos and maneuvering through life under pressure and the impression that something is bound to go wrong. When life seems to start to settle and be at ease, something has gone awry. At the beginning of my second year as a M.A. student, I found myself facing eviction with no immediate family to turn to. Did I mention I’m on the other side of the country as well? Admittedly, I froze and panicked. I had