I’m a new college teacher to 106 hard headed students who’ve taught me in one semester that i’m really just looking at myself. Continue reading teaching college is hard as shit, and students are afraid to be creative.
What’s the use of magic, if she can’t perform for herself? Continue reading Yellow Petals & Evening Magic
I had a class on Tuesday night, and sat in front of a woman who looked like me – my complexion, my same short hair cut, but with sweeter, wider eyes like they’re ready to see new things. In this class, we had to work together in groups, and at one point I mentioned that … Continue reading “How Did You Become So Confident?”
“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
It was one part ingeniousness and two parts depravity. As simple as moving a comma in a sentence. Once the initial conquest had subsided there was really no need to restrain with violence. The captors had been co-opted into the subjugation. In a clear and unambiguous motion, Blacks were enlisted as co-conspirators … Continue reading Encroachment on All Sides: Dispossessing the Black Woman of Her Body and Property Rights (Guest Post)
Parker was throwing a tantrum on the bathroom floor. I mean, he was wailing and rolling bare-bottomed on the carpet, because apparently his life was crashing down. My Mommy always wipes my bottom!!!! I need you to wipe it!! I sat coolly on the sink, swinging my leg and staring at him, dead-pan. I might as … Continue reading Birth Control Will Always Be My Friend
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