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Conception and motherhood are not one in the same. Continue reading mizuko kuyo
Conception and motherhood are not one in the same. Continue reading mizuko kuyo
2016 performance in Orlando, FL of an (un)popular, true-love story. Continue reading VIDEO: Follow the White Rabbit
You, dear heart, are meant and built and destined for flight. Continue reading Hi, I’m Tender
Who can plan or intend love as a social statement? Or rather, can one even plan love? I’d never heard of Mildred Loving before I met Andrew. I had no intentions for an interracial relationship. I had no desire for advocacy. No plan, no agenda, no motive. No desire for 40,000 people to read our … Continue reading Happy Birthday, Mildred Loving
Foreign young women shouldn’t walk down dark streets alone. And, a gentleman should accompany her back to safety. We both knew this. Continue reading Part 1: No, I wasn’t r****
I chose to break my silence because there was something that was attempting to compete with and dominate Love. Love is my ministry, and this I cannot allow. Continue reading The Bluest Eye(s)
Fall in Love during the winter. When it’s cold and bleak. When life isn’t pretty and the air smells grey. Fall in Love before everything is in bloom. When life is raw and biting. When numb fingers stroke you, and blistered imperfect lips kiss your back. Fall in love when it isn’t easy, and make … Continue reading Fall In Love
One thing I know for sure is that Love always finds me. Love is a gift, a budding blooming flower. Hormone induced. The great illusion and the greatest joy. The truest teacher. The little death. Inexplicable and imperfect. Divine. Temporary and cyclical. And my heart is as open as the sky. Continue reading On Love
“Sex is my spirituality.” In the half of an episode that I watched of “Girlfriends”, I remember the character Lynn making this confession during a monologue. I stored the message, and never needed to watch the show again. It just made sense to me this week. Since I stopped being a Christian, I’ve released the stigma … Continue reading Touch It
I was a Iyawo, becoming a priest. Three months of no sex came and went. Then four. Then five. Then six. I was tired of listening to Jill Scott’s “Celibacy Blues“. So, I decided that if I was going to create a new (sex) life for myself, I might as well start dating. Continue reading Dating While Holy: All Fire, No Quench