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I had to goog lechon but that shit looks delicious! Sadly, I don’t work at the weight loss clinic so I don’t see much of her. She ended up buying a bagel spot near the highway, somewhere off in the east end. I’m in the west end and if you’ve ever been to Toronto, you’d realize that the distance is just too much!

What are you! A cookie monster? :/

I’m black but being Muslim precluded our participation in the Christmas. The only Christmas parties I did attend were thrown by Salvadorans and that shit was pretty lit. Nothing beats Eid tho!

on their way to Vermont and “the marijuana was for Christmas presents,”

The average black household goes through 349 pies, 11 red-velvet cakes and six of those tins of hard-ass Royal Dansk cookies.

In my second year of urban planning, I did a compartive analysis between Memphis and Atlanta. I was shocked by the constant missteps taken by the municipal government of Memphis to lure in jobs. The construction of that giant black pyramid (I forget whether it was a convention centre or a stadium) took the cake, in my

Memphis is a city that has been adversely affected by white flight. Most of the richer, white residents moved to the suburbs of Shelby County. The city tried all sorts of measures to increase the taxes flowing into the city (which many white suburbanites drive into for jobs without contributing to the tax base) but

If you think about it, none of the religions responsible for setting the world alight have their origins in black Africa.

This new year will mark 3 years since I said out loud I’m an alcoholic. I’ve tried meetings, stopping on my own, going to a shrink but nothing seems to help. My descent into homelessness has actually made my drinking worse (I’ve been hospitalized twice in the last six months for blacking out, aka alcohol poisoning). I

I just caught that Audre Lorde reference! I’m so slow!

I’m trying to stop drinking, to no avail so the healing is part of my longterm objective. I have a hard time recounting these episodes in writing without feeling mentally exhausted. My life always felt broken and I hope this feeling of emptiness lessens over the years.

I feel it sis.

I think their sense of centering themselves and their provincial cultures knows no bounds. Inadequacy is built into all their cultures. For Africans to deny homosexuality to revise their own cultures. West African cultures have ample physical evidence, in the form of statuettes, of same sex relations.

My biological mother reappeared after 2 decades when her sister in the Twin Cities did a family reunification. At that point, I had no need for maternal comfort and rejected any efforts by to play a role in my life. She dead now.

Perhaps I didn’t phrase it properly but she meant I could step out on my supposed wife by giving her children to keep busy.

I applaud you sir.

A life of travails is fuel for wonderful letters.

I managed to get back to Toronto with the help of a West Indian classmate. She put the ticket on her credit card and I will forever be thankful, despite not being friends with her as of this writing.

In 2005, my parents were forced to confront my coming out and immediately arranged a marraige to a woman in Somalia. My stepmother, who spent every single day of my childhood and youth beating me, told me I could keep chasing boys as long as I gave her some kids to tend to. The imposition of silence is a way to make

Living in my truth as a black queer person comes with the understanding that I may also be quickening my death.