Confessions From A Black Rose

I came across something really disturbing while I was browsing http://feministing.com/ . Last week at a McDonald's in Baltimore a young Transwoman(22 years old) was beaten into a seizure by two teenage girls(14 and 18 years old). This all happened because she went to use the ladies restroom. The disgusting thing about the attack is that there were good amount of employees at the McDonald's that could have stopped the whole attack. They all set back and watched the attack take place. One actually filmed the whole thing and did absolutely nothing. The only thing he did was tell the girls to leave and that the cops were on the way once the woman went into a seizure. Did anyone come to the girls rescue? Actually two people, God bless their souls did. The manager and another customer came to the aid of the young woman. The manager was the one he repeatedly had to pull the girls off the woman. Now this attack was not once, they kept on coming back to hit her. There were a lot of pun

It is the little things that get to me The little things that stop me dead in my tracks Causing my spirit to rupture from my body. I remember the little things How the sun could trace the hazel in your eyes How the wind could capture the scent of your cologne Causing my nose to tremble I remember how you would hold me after a bad day Washing away all of my troubles With each soothing touch. It just the little things I remember Like the warmth of your smile The life in your laugh Its just the little things that keep me up at night Wondering who's receiving your encouraging words Or your loving touch Who's waking up to the sounds of you Humming in the kitchen. It's the little things i miss Blueberry muffins on the kitchen top Chicken soup on a rainy day Bottle of champagne on days we needed to be reminded That we were alive. But it is days like this I miss you the most The days when the skies are blue And the rays of the sun caress my soul. On t

Five black girls enter a club, scratch that five black girls can't even enter a club. Does this sound problematic to you? Does this sound like a beginning of a joke? I wish it was a joke but I learnt last Friday that even in the 21st century shit like this still happen. I'm not going to lie when things like this happen it hurts and it is completely confusing. I was in a state of shock but the more I thought about it the more pissed off I got.  Even as I sit down to write the blog post my mind is going in a different direction. It does not like being in a state of negativity, so it is taking me a  longer time to write than if I were to write about my increasing love for Alphabeat or how I party hard on t umblr . I think this is an important topic so I am going to continuing to write about it even if it takes me all night. On Friday evening my older sister arranged for a group of her friends to go to Covet , a  lounge in midtown Manhattan. I arrived early and waited in the res

I have a question for you all. I don't know if it is just me but after many discussions with my twin sister probably not. Maybe it is just the two of us but whenever I go out I always get hit on by the one person I'm not attracted to. It is not like they are butt ugly or anything but I am not feeling them unfortunately they are always feeling me. I always try to be nice and let them down gently but they are always persistent. I always get the persistent ones. My friends get the guys that go away but me I get the ones that don't understand that no means no. No does not me maybe in two seconds and yes one minute from now it means no. Last night I went to a lounge in NYC called Lair. It was a great time, the DJ was doing his thing , the drinks were flowing and the crowd were enthusiastic. I admit I was wearing shoes that made me want to die and I was slightly intoxicated so I was relaxing on the couch to regain my energy. This is the time when a genius decides to hit on me. He

I really don't have much power or much influence over people. Anyways here I am hoping that a few souls will read what I am about to write. Hopefully some minds will be enlighten or others may be completely turned off. Knowing myself I will probably hold back because I like to represent myself properly and it can't be done with vulgar language or without much thought. Honestly I am not that angry I just want to express my thoughts in a safe space. It really is kind of ballsy that is why its getting the Angry Black Woman label. So there is concern that the US government will shutdown on Friday. The funniest thing is they are having difficulty coming up with a budget, a budget . They do not want to compromise. Others refuse to budge in attempts to hurt the current administration. You( all elected officials) were elected to represent the people. I know that there are politicians who do not like President Obama. I know that . And they are hell bent on doing damage to everythi

So the title of this blog post makes me laugh. Life does suck and then you do die. So what are you going to do about it? Are you going to be depressed until the white lights call your name? That is one way to handle the depressing fact but you really are not living. You are just waiting for your journey to end. Not really taking in what is going around you. Which is the worst thing you can do. I choose to laugh at the ridiculousness that is life. Life throws some powerful punches but I'm just going to dance in that ring. Life is too short not too.  I am in a depressing situation; I'm unemployed and broke but I am going to celebrate all the good things in my life. I'm making life a party until i die. If I get fired , divorced or sick I will still be dancing.  Who knows when my journey will end. It could be tomorrow or not until I'm 80 years old. I'm going to make every single second count. The club(which is life) really can't handle me right now. Put your hands

One thing I have learnt in my short 23 years on the planet is there is no male accountability. This statement might confuse or seem ludicrous to some folks, accountability what do you mean?   What I mean by this is really quite simple, men do not have any accountability for their actions especially with regards to women. It is one of the great privileges that come with being a man. Boys will be boys! You know what men are like? Actually I don't and i don't think its fair to keep on babying them.  When they commit a horrendous crime against a female it is usually the female who is  blamed. She asked for it. Did you see what she was wearing? She invited him to her house. Why did you make me so angry? Do any of these statements look familiar? It takes away the blame from the man and places it solely on the  female. Whole idea of boys will be boys makes it appear that innately men are aggressive and have a large sex drive. In nature both male and females are equally aggressive a