The first time I felt sick was when I thought of my grandpa. He had been a black Tennessee college student in the Civil Rights Movement, watching his community be constantly belittled, attacked, and discriminated against. 40 years later, he would watch a black man become president. He cried, knowing his parents never would have dreamed of seeing such a sight.
I spent enough time in the church to know that this is not what Jesus taught.
That’s the other thing about passing. People feel like they’re safe to be homophobes in front of you.
In a single, simple line at the end, Ride is said to be survived by “Tam O’Shaughnessy, her partner of 27 years.” That was it. No big magazine cover. No revelation on Oprah. No scandal. No controversy. No politics. Just love.
To the chagrin of aspiring white rappers everywhere, comedy podcasts have swagged their way into totally #blowingup over the past few years.
Internalized misogyny is a helluva drug.
I intended to just give myself a black eye. I looked up pictures on the internet, trying to figure out how to get the shading just right.
We’ll never learn from each other if we can’t speak without fear we’ll be attacked for saying a word that, for some unspecified reason, at some unspecified time, and from some unspecified arbitrator, was decided unfashionable.
Networks take note and send me a cut if you use my ideas!! Or at least a t-shirt…I don’t know.
Phones, these incredible devices that hold so much potential to create connections between humans through exchanges, too often create distance. I wonder what Alexander Graham Bell would have thought of that.