Your internal stream of consciousness begins to fluctuate wildly between obsessively affirming what you’ve accomplished to hastily demeaning the other person’s attributes, all in a desperate, immature attempt to remain on an even keel.
The world is a deeply lonely place. I guess it’s time to start facing reality.
I’m not trying to pretend like I know what it is to be black in America and have to deal with a bunch of ignorant white nonsense on a regular basis but is this really one of those times? Like, honestly. I want to know.
Halloween is just around the corner and you know what that means: costumes! If you’re below the age of 14 and hear the word halloween costume you think, “Hmmm, what can I be to get the most candy?”
We are panicking about everything else, so why not our love life as well?
Halloween is a funny day to discover your family would be a whole lot larger if you weren’t related to a mass murderer.
When I was a kid, I’d always hear of characters in books or on TV “finding themselves” or trying to “find out who they are.”
The only problem with me attempting to have a romantic relationship with a woman is: I’m really not sexually attracted to women.
Caribbean women are inherently sensual, we have a unique feminine confidence and I wouldn’t mess with an island girl if I wasn’t one, but Rihanna is taking it to a point of vulgarity that separates her from that.
I must warn if you this is a disturbing story. This instance that I am about to illustrate has been filling the pits of my stomach with utter disgust for days.