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My Short Fling with a Reading Man
This post is dedicated to a man who will never read my blog and someone I may never see again, but who enjoyed my brief time with me this summer. A man who wore loafers with shorts and ankle socks (which I hated). A man who was not large in stature but took up more…
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Love Letter to My Biggest Inspiration/Our Brightest Ancestor
I’m gonna live as hard as i can and as full as i can until i die Much like the reason I started this blog, I picked up ASSATA while trying to discover what being a black woman meant to me. I was searching for stories of other black women that would help me feel…
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The Men Can’t Read!
Recently, I have noticed that when people ask me what my type in men is, the first thing that comes to mind is a man who can read. Naturally, someone will respond and say something like “well that’s not hard to find” or ask “that’s it.” But I mean it. I’m looking for a man…
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Punch-Drunk Unloved
When I first saw Punch-Drunk Love, it became one of my favorite movies. I’m not sure why, but it spoke to me on a level I never expected a film to. Looking back now, I think I understand why; Barry Eagan is the rage and confusion we all contain inside of us while trying to…
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She’s (maybe) Gotta Have It
After getting out of a 4-year relationship I had been in since my teen years, I am now learning the landscape of adult dating. As a woman who needs structure to even go with the flow, I have no clue what I’m doing, what the norms are, and what’s too much or too little. These…
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Love Island definitely has bell hooks rolling over in her grave
Today I watched my first episode of Love Island and instantly felt doomed for love’s existence today. Perhaps this is me being dramatic as usual, or the times are very scary. It also doesn’t help that I’m currently reading Communion by bell hooks. While watching the episode, all I could think about was what she…
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Welcome!
Greetings! I have finally decided to return to blogging after a not-so-brief hiatus. Due to the end of a four year relationship, the unsolicited ruminations have returned. Now we’re navigating dating as an awkward neurodivergent black woman. I think the neurodivergence is where all the personality lives, personally. Without it I’d probably be boring with…
bell hooks is disappointed 