Conditioned

Letters From a Woke Woman: Conditioned    Dear Friend, I’m 31 years old and I’m just beginning to find my sexuality. There’s not necessarily a specific age where one “finds” it, but for me it was a journey—with delays. Village People We know every school has their own unique set of problems. Well, my Jr./Sr. highContinue reading “Conditioned”

Tied Up in “ships”

Letters From a Woke Woman: Tied up in “ships”     Dear Friends, Being woke doesn’t just mean you’re woke to the suppressive atmosphere of racial oppression, it means your eyes—or rather soul, is opened. You now recognize everything. Things that eluded you before are laid bare. With continual growth comes continual growing pains, and forContinue reading “Tied Up in “ships””

Exuding

Because I wasn’t allowed to explore my sexuality, I had no idea how powerful it was—and I was exuding it. Like an oblivious kid walking down a long hallway with a “kick me” sign on my back. Except my sign read “use me.” I didn’t know I was a target. I learned the hard way.