Sometimes I’m very hard to please. I hold my friends to very high standards and because of it I’ve lost a few friendships. I get over it, that’s how I am. I hold them to high standards because I want the best for them, I want more for some of them than I want for myself. I know I’m a tough friend to have, it’s not easy to put up with me and my ridiculous expectations and at times I feel bad for making them feel pressured. So much so that I’ve thought of changing myself and lowering my expectations. Don’t get it twisted, I’m not lowering my expectations for myself, I’m lowering my expectations of them. Well, I was going to until I came across this heartbreaking story:
I’m usually on the side of Black men, I’m all about empowering, uplifting, and having your backs, BUT, wtf!
- Evening Primrose. Boobs. That is all.
- Chocolate, I want chocolate cake, but I don’t even like chocolate! Continue reading
Post inspired by the beautiful Black Princess Aiyana Jones, whose life was taken over the weekend when an officer’s gun “accidentally went off” and shot her in the neck as she slept in her home. We all know he’ll still get paid and escape punishment. Afterall it was ONLY A LITTLE BLACK GIRL. Continue reading
Location: Upper Left Cheek (the cheek on my face, perverts)
For years I’ve had the cutest itsy bitsy mole on my upper left cheek, right under my eye. It looked like a beauty mark. I thought that simple little mole added something extra to my face and looks. Continue reading
Today a young Canadian Native man (yes I brought his ethnicity up for a reason) was riding on a crowded city bus, the bus was so full that when someone rang to get off, he also had to step off the bus in order to let them by. As the young man headed back onto the bus the following conversation took place: Continue reading
In the not so distant past, I was out at a work event when I met a nice Black man. We spoke for about half an hour, the conversation was about work, the city, things to do, and the state of our youth, that sort of thing. I was not attracted to this man, he was just a nice guy. He asked for my number and naively I gave it to him with only platonic friendship in mind. He shared with me that he was a father and about to become an ex. I wished him luck with that and continued on a friendly (in my mind) note. Continue reading
I’m going to keep this one short and sweet. I’m directing this one at young Black America. I hardly hear Canadians or anyone else speaking like this. Get mad all you want to, but you ain’t finna find no job talkin’ like dat. Class is in session. Let’s begin! Continue reading