#BlkGrrrl #Fem2 It has been about six years since we’ve been in each other’s space. And it’s only been a handful of times that I’ve referred to him by title: my rapist.
The weight of that sometimes felt like too much. Far too much, and the un-doing of the emotional work done in the past few years which allowed me to name my experience.
My white lover Does it make you sad That you’ll never see me truly naked The first time I exposed myself to you You gasped And told me to cover myself My blackness was too much To bear
The members of Hollaback! Cleveland went ballistic. After nearly a month of planning and updates, they feigned confusion. They asked how the focus fit into our mission. They wondered about the role of white people in this. They expressed feelings of betrayal. A few days later, and a day before Pride, they sent a collective email asking for my departure from Hollaback! Cleveland.
By Jess Lee Black women count on Black women. Fact. The solidarity that is Black womanhood requires a reach across class, education, socioeconomic status, orientation and cis-ness. Black woman solidarity means —survival. In this white supremacist system that leeches our self-worth, our actual fiscal worth —and sometimes, in the most tragic cases, our lives, we…
By Jess Lee What the fuck?! What the fuck am I supposed to do with that? I don’t have any more room for any more unsolicited compliments at random intervals of my reckless ass life. I “made your day”? Well I’m so happy for that. I’m so happy to interrupt my recovery to peel your…
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