The Cultural Roadmap for City Girls Everywhere
That is what I would like to gift to myself and to others as the world continues to burst from the inside out: permission to take as long as you need to mourn whatever you lost. Permission to sit in your stillness and grieve what you thought these two years would be like. Permission to be sad and hurt and angry that people and dreams will no longer be realized.
Valentine’s Day shouldn’t be a day of feeling less than. And it won’t be for her. Especially not with the giant cookie we plan on making.
If the love in your life happens to be a tree-hugging, oil-rubbing, bath-bombing, recycling kind of babe, this is the gift guide for you!
The older I become, the more that Pride becomes a period of remembrance.
If you are struggling with “joy and,” it’s alright. It will be a long time before we no longer have to view joy alongside heavier feelings.
As the elections continue to speed in our direction like a runaway train, it is becoming more and more clear how much we need a complete overhaul.
Love as a young Black lesbian has not been patient. Nor kind.
I felt like I was grabbing at slime-covered strings for so long; it finally felt like the effort I had been putting in was amounting to something.
FROM THE ARCHIVES: I plan my funeral often.
