Hey! I finished my manuscript and am working on a novel about a crossdressing Somali set in north Toronto. All nice happy shit aside, I’m still on these streets. Pray for deliverance! Hope you had a wonderful (American) Thanksgiving!

The story of American Afrophobia began in the Virginia Colony in 1619, when a Dutch boat offloaded Africans destined for forced labour. I suppose to mark the 400th anniversary, upon us in a year or so, Virginia’s beckies want to mark it by whitewashing their evil and inhumane history.

He has single-handedly made the Norwood brand cornier. Brandy and her mom on LHH: Hollywood ruined it for me.

That’s why I prefer black unity as opposed to any class cohesion. Let whiteness eat itself, regardless of the poor ones that get caught up.

They are agents of Eurocentrism so they see us less than valuable. A single cop uttering their mission statement won’t change that.

She has returned to gag the disquiet masses!

“his client was just trying to de-escalate the situation with the driver”

Might get a deal for a book of fiction. It will be sent in the Jane and Finch neighborhood of Toronto.

Remember when I told you I was staying at a shelter? So this young man, a child of Jamaicans, comes up and says he’s gonna set me on fire. I told the staff but he was allowed to stay. At night, he douses me with lighter fluid and stalks me. My Somali legs saved me.

My grandmother always cautioned me against Italians and their nonsense.

Hey girl! How is you?

Oh yeah! I revisited my old neighborhood and the building where I attempted suicide 12 years ago as a confused young queen.

I revisited my old self and discovered that I have what I need in me. He was a repressed homosexual who hated that I am a liberated Somali faggot. He’s gonna be some butcher’s bitch now. I’m gonna go to that trial and sit behind him and smile.

Hey girl! I’ve been going through it! This crazy bitch at the shelter tried to set me alight in my sleep. Thank Allah I’m a light sleeper!

“cure one offense with another.”

I’m Somali, I know about I-talians.

WHY ARE YOU LIKE THIS! Howling!

Last year he emailed me with a photo of his new baby and said, “This could have been ours”.

Since when do companies have ideologies? I thought they were enterprises for profit-making...?

Ronald Reagan Day, for which workplaces do not close.