Cassie, Cassandra, Queen Cass,

You came into our lives and blessed us with a magical liter of kittens. You have been a green eyed joy. You have been anything but unlucky though European legends would say otherwise.

But today is the day. Today is the day. Two liters later you need this. Your body needs to be neutered.

This is not a betrayal. I want you to know. Your emotions are raging. You are wondering where your babies have gone. …

Fawn: (n) A young deer in its first year.

Fawn: (v) (of a person) give a servile display of exaggerated flattery or affection, typically in order to gain favor or advantage

When I was 19, I was in relationship with an abusive 35 year old white man who might have been a serial killer on the side.

He was manipulative and scary but I felt like that was the only person that would ever love me. I felt like that was what I deserved. I felt like we were two weird kindred spirits traveling through the world while everyone else…

On January 6th 2021, steadfast followers of President Donald Trump, stormed down Pennsylvania Ave in Washington DC and vandalized the White House. This is exactly as it sounds. An act of domestic terrorism. This act is one that will forever be in the history of this country. …

  1. Tom Foolery
  2. Insecurity about creating things
  3. Not wearing pants for zoom meetings because when you stand up you still aren't wearing pants and that is a problem.
  4. Letting the pandemic amp up agoraphobia.
  5. Fear of speaking because you feel you have nothing to say
  6. Not stepping back because you feel your opinion is the only one that matters
  7. Workaholism
  8. Obsession with American Exceptionalism
  9. Turning unwilling kids into memes.
  10. Making Tik Tok videos where the participants all look like they've been kidnapped and forced to dance with you because you are trying to gain clout and you need to be seen.

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Remembering the Ma$e song today. Breathe, Stretch, Shake. I used to listen to it when I was a kid. I would think about dogs, and how they are always shaking. I genuinely thought that the lyrics were in reference to animals shaking off water, or bad experiences, little did I know they were needed for humans too.

I’ve always been depressed. It started when I was 6 years old. Suddenly the whole sky went from color to black and white. In an instant, I was beyond aware of everything. My grandmother, my first best friend, had died and I was…

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I don’t want my friends online to see me right now. I used to be thin, whatever that means. I look nothing like the profile pictures of my past. I feel nothing like them either. I did a project recently with some students of mine. The project was creating a personal slideshow of your own life. Your friends. Your family. How you feel. And I felt numb. I felt broken. I wanted to hide. My friends have all changed and for many of my friends I personally feel freaked out about my past behaviors. I want to go on an…

Okay. Storytime. I quit gaming seriously at some point in 2010. For a young boy. We’ll call him Jimothy.

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Jimothy was a young boy. Who played baseball, and sounded like Prince Zuko from Avatar the Last Airbender. I had loved him from the moment I saw him in the 4th grade. He was so interesting with his baseball playing and his voice and his tracksuits his mother made him wear. I on the other hand was an interesting case. I played video games, wore cargo pants and giant hoodies, and would wrestle anyone who was ready. But I did love Jimothy. He was so sweet and so special. So! …

Well. It turns out the election looks scary. The country may not be recognizable. Folks are not adhering to social distancing orders, and Chipotle is late with your Door Dash meal. That’s it. Time to move to Amsterdam. Time to reinvent yourself. Time to get an artist grant, cry about it and leave communities in need behind. Weren’t you just marching for black lives two weeks ago? Weren’t you just tweeting about kids in cages? Didn’t you say you would tear the fabric of reality apart of RBG was replaced? Didn’t you join an antiracist book club and proclaim that…

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Since we just like to fetishize blackness and nothing else. Since we don’t want to hear anything else from black people but their struggles. Since we don’t care about their existence or anything else they write that doesn’t pertain to their pain. Here we go. Here are some black girl confessions. Some hot steamy sexy dark scary black girl confessions. Some dank pregnant in a back alley statistic naming black girl thoughts. Let’s do it.

I have never liked watching Martin

I don’t like my food too spicy

I don’t have hot sauce in my bag

My anger comes out…

The word God. It is so heavy. When I think of the word God, I think of lies I’ve been told. I think about the hatred of self. I think about families being torn apart. I think about genocide in his name. I think about him. A man. A face. Whiteness. A flag. A burning cross. A bomb. A gun. A hood. Violence. Destruction. Abuse. Rape. Excused. I think about the way people say thank you to this man so flippantly after an Oscar win. I think about the way people sprinkle this commercialized idea into conversations. I think about…


A deep feeling, oversharing, storytelling, kid from Oakland running around believing in fairy tales.

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