I started holding back. I stopped listening. Beyoncé embodied blackness and I wasn't sure if I was allowed to be a part of it. As her performance at Coachella neared, a platform that could be considered the whitest music festival ever, I was nervous. Beyoncé as headliner wasn't just exciting, it was momentous. Her mother...Continue Reading
I saw things in my past relationships that I’d never seen before. I realized men had claimed a subtle ownership over me. It was an unspoken transaction, a power dynamic that discreetly entitled them to my compliance and affection, an undercurrent that I don’t think any of us perceived at the time. In defying social...Continue Reading
I was so far removed from blackness that I couldn't recognize it on myself and when I saw it on others, I really didn’t know what to make of it. My peers told me I wasn’t really black; I “didn't count.” And the more they told me I didn't "count" as black, the more I...Continue Reading
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