A Safe Space.
No one tells you that life is going to be difficult. No one prepares you for the realities of rejection, disgust, and hatred you will face simply for existing.
I am a queer Black woman simply existing in this world. The B is capitalized because that is the first thing people use to judge me, to make up their minds about who I am and how I act.
I am a queer black Woman simply existing in this world. The W is capitalized because my gender, my clothing, my body is constantly policed. I am to believe that I do not belong to myself.
I am a Queer black woman simply existing in this world. The Q is capitalized because I no longer hide my pride. For years it was shoved away in a closet, but now I am not ashamed to wear my true colors publicly.
It is a risk to simply live. To survive you have to find your safe spaces. Or in some cases, create them. I have designed this blog to tell my story, to invite you to explore my journey with me. I hope you find comfort in my words. I hope this can be a safe space for you.