I am Burrito.

The following is a conversation held via text between 6:01-6:24 on 8/16/2014. The two main protagonist: My sister-in-law (who we will call "A") & myself. I am sure this will amuse someone and brighten up their day. This is the type of conversation that only friends can have. This is also the types of conversations that two grown women who are close can have with one another without feeling judged. Expect more of these in the future.

And now, I give you...

"I am Burrito."

W: I know you called earlier. What's up?

A:  Nothing

W: ........

A: lol I was just bothering you

W: .........

A: I calls you on accident yesterday and on purpose for no reason today.

W: ...........................

A: Hi :D

W: TACO BELL IS AMAZING AND WRONG AT THE SAME TIME

A: D (her husband/my brother) says I should be a burrito by now

W: Can you be cookies? I mean, like, can you turn into cookies?

     Because if you could do that and then teleport that would be amazing!

     But then you'd be dead so...I guess that's not so amazing after all. Unless you can come back to life!

     Because if you could do all of that then I'd have to eat you. Which comes out so wrong but...well...you'd be cookies and I'm fat.

A:  Lol!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

      I'm going to publish your text

      That sounds like a great plot for a novel

      Or leave it as is call it a poem and entitle it " I am Burrito"

W: DO IT!!!!!! Then I'll ask that on FB; " Would you eat your  in-laws if they were your favorite food?"

     Because I'm not sure if you'd stand a chance if you were a sub sandwhich.

A: It's okay, I would understand.

W: Glad somebody does!

Fin!

Secrets in Silk Bonnets

                                

 

Hi everyone! I am actually excited about a new section I will be introducing today. Please feel free to read the following in a husky voice.

Ladies & Gentlemen, I give you...

"Secrets in Silk Bonnets."

     The SSB's will be a series on this blog where I will talk openly and candidly about my natural hair journey. I will share stories, routines, tips & tricks, and information about all of the products I use. Being inspired by other women's stories and the natural hair community as a whole is what got me thinking about doing this. The support that we give each other is unlike any that I've ever seen in an online community. We tend to learn from self discovery as well as each other. For the record, I won't say that everything that I do is the right way. I simple just want to share everything that I've learned about my hair over the course of 9 months. Hopefully my stories will inspire another person on this planet whether they are natural or plan on it. Stay tuned folks, more shed hairs and curly afro's are coming your way!

Stop. Trashing. Black. Beauty!

*Disclaimer*: Look, because I know that not every black man does this,  the following rant is directed to your raggedy brothers-in-gender. So if you are gulity of this, I need you to chill and spread the word to the ones who are (guilty).

I need some of my black men who will read this to move a bit closer to your screen and read the following very carefully.

Stop. Trashing. Black. Women.

Let me explain...

     As a black woman, I already feel as if I have to battle every single day with you fools to be treated as an equal and not as an object. I already have to fight against stereotypes that have been placed upon my head by both society and the black community. I already have to carry the pains of our past on my back just because of the color of my skin and what's between my legs. You would think that one would be proud of all the things we've overcome, as a people as well as a gender. One would think that you would actually treat us as the queens. That you would value our beauty in it's myriad forms, as so many of you claim to do.

     Yet I still hear you, black man. I still hear you criticizing our hair, our looks, our skin. Talking about what's wrong with us, why you aren't attracted to us. Telling us what you want to look like. Your vision of the perfect black woman is as confusing and ever changing as the stairways at Hogwarts and I'm tired of it. Let me tell you how I feel and what I don't like. 

     What I do with my hair, face, and skin is my prerogative. I don't care if you just heard Bobby Brown singing that in your head. I do not care about what you think I should do with myself. I do not care about what you prefer. I do not like the fact that no matter how we present ourselves to the world, you still use words such as "insecurities", "lack of confidence" and "self hate" to describe how you think we feel on the inside and how you think that projects itself on the outside. I don't like the fact that you make us feel like circus animals when you see something you either do or don't like on us. You have no right to judge me simply because I don't live up to your personal standards. Much like your gender, there are too many things that we have to battle on a daily basis in our society. Yet, instead of making us feel beautiful no matter what we wear or lifting our heads when they hang low, you trash us on all fronts. You make us feel as if nothing we ever do is right, from our dress to our demeanor. 

This is but one square in the large quilted blanket that is misogynoir. Treat us better, no matter how we look.

Meeting in My Bedroom

Yes, welcome to my bedroom.

     The purpose of this blog is to create a personal space where I can dump all of my personal musings, rants, and adventures as a woman. Call it a dairy/journal, scrapbook, think space, bedroom, or anything else you can think of. The choice on how you view this blog is up to you. I will choose to use and/or view this space as a bedroom. As space where I can  freely express myself on a more personal level. A creative space with pillows, music, notebooks, t.v's, and bookshelves. You may not agree with everything that will be said on here, but hopefully you will enjoy your time here.

So grab your favorite snack and beverage of choice, and get cozy. It's about to get....interesting. Or not.