On a day that's meant for celebrating couples, no one wants to hear "love yourself." Well, get over it, gorgeous, because just like every other day, that's exactly what you have to do. Laughter, trust, and orgasms. That's really what falling in love boils down to. And you can do all of that your damn… Continue reading Self-Love on Valentine’s Day
The #TravelNoire explosion is a very recent phenomenon. In previous generations, black travel was extremely limited and very dangerous. It was necessary to subscribe to the Green Book, a mid 20th century printed travel guide, to navigate places that aided black travelers. Thanks to many of our ancestors' sacrifices and advancements in recent decades, this… Continue reading Safety as a Black Solo Female Traveler
HOW DID I GET HERE?The last time I lived in LA was nearly 20 years ago, before I'd hit puberty. I've missed my home and carried it with me ever since. Christmas 2017, I moved in with my grandparents with the intention to save for an investment, whether that was for property or a commercial… Continue reading Here’s WHY I’m Living in a Van This Year
When I first scrolled across the story, it was shocking that this could be happening again, and in this century! Though it was shocking enough to give me pause, I kept scrolling, hoping it was nothing but clickbait. Now, a week later, there is no denying the truth: in mid-November 2017, CNN reported secret footage confirming the sale of African migrants in Libya for as little as $400 per person. These migrants traveled to Libya with hopes to be smuggled into Europe, escaping the poor conditions of their homelands. Instead, they are being held captive without food or water, while badly beaten, sodomized or raped, and being forced to work in sub-human conditions without pay. They are being sold as property into indefinite slavery.
I bet you like that flag, Blue-blooded lover of a guns, Oh how beautifully, it waves for you. Should I keep running this race while tied to a tree? Seeing my peers pass me up never acknowledging their head start. So focused on their privilege, I forgot whats special about me.
Now that the big 3-0 is almost here, Im waiting to exhale from mostly escaping the frustrating agist stereotypes of our society. I look in the mirror, still seeing my 18 year old appearance, but knowing there’s so much more underneath. I see a living testament to the mind being your most powerful God-given asset. You will become what you believe.