PREVIEW NOTES ON MY LIFE — DAY 47 (UPDATE: LIFE SUCKS)Hiya Hue-mans. 👋🏿👋🏾👋🏼👋🏻 I left an abusive household in June. I’ve been in that household since 2022. And, I’m not the only woman on social media who’s mastering the work-life-abuse balance in silence. There are millions of us on here…READ MORE NOTES ON MY LIFE — A YEARBOOK SAVED MY LIFERight now, I’m betting my life on a vision. I grew up with a mother who often made statements like, “I should have aborted you when I had the chance,” “You'll never amount to anything in life,” “You're worthless,” “Why don’t you jump in the lake and drown yourself,” “Don’t ever wear red lipstick, because your lips are too fat,” and “You're so stupid.” My mother’s sole mission in life was to crush my spirit. And, it worked… READ MORE THE (UN)BIASED CHURCH — BIAS WILL BE THE NEW RACEMy meaningless anatomy has profoundly restricted my professional advancement for decades, contributed to being “randomly” profiled by police officers and confirmed that I will never meet the criteria of a cute, semi-cute or almost-cute woman in America. Ever notice how, in a multi-hued society, one pigmentation is predominantly featured on wedding-inspo Instagram pages, in police brutality footage or on podcasts and at conferences celebrating experts? Yeah, me too. Welcome to the wonderful world of bias…READ MORE THE (UN)BIASED CHURCH — ARTIFICIAL IDENTITIESOne of the ill-mannered questions I’m usually bothered with when conversing with a beige-skinned stranger for about five minutes (or less) is “What are you?” or “Where are you REALLY from?” Without exaggeration, I’ve been asked these exhaustingly annoying and loaded questions since 2000 A.D. by beige-skinned persons who are bizarrely obsessed with figuring out how my phenotype came about. Instead of offering my usual response (e.g., I don’t answer these meaningless questions, I’m from Planet Earth, I hold dual citizenship from Heaven and my mother’s birth canal, etc.), I’ve opted to update my script as follows…READ MORE