For a long time, people have joked that I’m a succubus. After all, when I have sex, when I get off, the world stops for me. I connect to the universe in a way that fills me with power. Power that rolls up my arms and into my soul. It’s the power that crackles between two people before their lips touch. It’s the desperate need and want of the first thrust. It’s the power that leaves me feeling energized and my partners feeling exhausted. That’s why we say that I’m a succubus. I use that power to charge my charisma, and that’s what draws inRead More →

Amid the coverage of the #baltimoreuprising, I had a really strange thing happen to me. I spent a lot of my time¬†screaming at talking to white people when the news of the riots broke. Much of my conversation was spent defending the rioters, and their reaction to the consistent systemic oppression that people of color are facing across the country. Most of the people in the conversation are white. All of the people arguing against me are white. In fact, in the entire 48 hours and well over 100 FB notifications I got on the topic, not once did I see a person of colorRead More →