In 2020, I was obsessed with spiritual experiences. I use the word obsessed because it perfectly captures what that was. I wanted to see Jesus, no, not in death, face to face, in my room. I listened to sermon after sermon, and attended conference after conference, seeking that divine encounter with God. I was certain …
Men are dogs, men are sick and painfully stupid, men will break you, men will tear you apart, men are trash…
So while the good nurse talked to you at the abortion clinic, Hassan seated right next to you, your mind was made up. “Are you sure? You know you can always place your child for adoption? And your child’s father is willing to assist you, which very few girls have,” the nurse stated. She went on and on about how you must think about it thoroughly. To give you time to think about your decision, an assistant brought you some juice to drink. But your mind was made up.
The last Sunday Tiffany went to her father’s church, House of Yahweh, was four years ago, a few months before she relocated to the U.K. She sat in the row behind her father’s seat, where she had sat since she was a toddler. She sported ripped jeans and a pink off-the-shoulder crop top. Her face …
She went live on Facebook and Instagram and talked for a long time about how evil the God we teach about is, killing people in the old testament, even killing his own son. Hashtagged it #Exvangelical.
“I texted the girl, approached her woman to woman, told her to keep off my man,” you said to her, taking out your phone to show her your chat with Leah. She laughed. “Fine? That’s all she said?” “I should have threatened her or something, yeah?” “Girl, you’re being a clown!” She burst out laughing. You rolled your eyes. She’d know if she had a man.
My neighbour’s boyfriend gave me ‘the look’. You know ‘the look’, right? The one associated with light skin guys who like to tilt their head upwards like they broke a bone at the back of their neck and it got loose. My neighbour, we’ll call her Friday (against my better judgment), was right outside clearing …
To Sarah, For the longest time, I thought I was the most independent a person could ever be. When I heard Miss Independent I sang along with ecstasy convicted that I was a cool girl like that. In my mind, I didn’t depend on anyone for anything, I didn’t need anyone for anything. I spent …
Isn’t it weird? That instinct we often have to treat someone as our own when we’re in love with them? That even when we’re not officially together our blood boils when you see them smiling with someone else, or how when they get on a long phone call with someone else you get kind of …
Lesbian, Gay, Bisexual, Transgender and Queer (LGBTQ) Pride Month is celebrated each year in the month of June to honor the 1969 Stonewall Uprising in Manhattan. The Stonewall riots served as a catalyst for the gay rights movement and led to the creation of various gay activist groups in the United States and around the …
