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I’M JUST BROWSING

When I was a wee little boy, I developed an unexplainable bedtime habit of folding the edge of my blanket into a point and gently caressing it on my teeny tiny little fingers. Night after night, I’d softly rub that point until it was dull and the fabric was worn....

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HOW I’M DEALING WITH THE SAD

Over the last couple of weeks, I’ve read a few statuses from fellow Facebookers who bravely posted about their depression, specifically their SAD (Seasonal Affective Disorder, more commonly referred to as ‘seasonal depression.’) Not many know this, but I, too, suffer...

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KEEPING SCORE

I was snug as a bug, nestled in a massage chair and getting a milk and honey pedicure when a woman noisily plopped down in the chair next to me. She was an older, heavily made-up woman with big hair, dripping with blingy, expensive-looking jewelry and wrapped in a...

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WHITE PEOPLE ARE GARBAGE

Unlike statements like “I am bald” or “I take the subway to work,” when I say, “white people are garbage,” it is a nuanced statement, layered with different meanings and intentions. When I say that white people are garbage, I’m not trying to hurt anyone’s feelings....

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DON’T TALK TO DADDY THAT WAY

Guys In Their Early 20’s: “Tyler! Wyd, wyd, omg, daddy! lol, wyd, take me on a date, meme, lol, buy me new shoes, lol, wyd, I like older guys, lol, giggle, meme, wyd, pay my rent, lol, daddy, daddy, daddy, wyd, lol, wyd, wyd, wyd, who’s this Madonna woman?” Guys In...

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THANKSGIVING IS A BULLSHIT HOLIDAY

-That warm, fuzzy story about pilgrims and Native Americans happily sitting down together for a big, home cooked meal? Yeah, that never happened. At all. -In the early 1600's, Thanksgiving was not a yearly holiday. It originated as an occasional celebration white...

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ELECTION NIGHT

I was so happy on Election Day! I was teeming with a surefire confidence that Dumpster Trumpster was not going to win the election. I did spirited cartwheels all the way to my neighborhood polling station and literally duck walked out of the booth after...

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THE ART OF THE APOLOGY

Let’s say that you’re out on a romantic date with a um, certain handsome bald, bearded man. And let’s say that you decide to crack a joke at the bald, bearded man’s expense. (Well, you think it’s a joke, but really, it’s a passive aggressive dig that has no...

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MY NAME IS DITA…

I was 19 years old when Madonna’s Erotica album was released, 25 years ago this past Friday. I had hair then – bangs, even! I worked part time at a Musicland in a tiny shopping mall and indulged in a consuming obsession with all things Madonna. I had also just...

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VIDEO: THE SAFETY PIN BOX

My Dear Fellow White Folks, I’ve received quite a few DM’s from y’all over the last few days, asking for advice on how to be a good ally in the movement to dismantle and destroy white supremacy. I am not an expert. I’m learning new things every single day. I’d say,...

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