At the park starring at someone I thought could be Zaha Hadid incognito
I cried because I looked at myself in the mirror, and I loved the way I look in leggings and wedges and a bra as a top, and I thought that the closer I get to passing and being a glamour girl, the happier I am about myself, and something about that thought was just so hard and so scary that I had to cry. It’s okay to be a mess sometimes or all the time. We are all messes.
(via ethnicchic)
Wishing I was at the beach.
Oh well just another day at work
Lady Zora Speaketh: IN RESPONSE TO MY DREAM, MY RELATIONSHIP TO BLACK MEN
That dream that I had raised a lot of issues I’ve been dealing with lately that I speak about to my close friends, but rarely on any social/public forum, and rarely in conceptual way. There is a major issue that needs to be addressed; how violence, both homo- and trans*-…
