Last year was the first year I had to disclose my diagnoses to a supervisor who didn't know my story. Previously, my department chair was witness to the "before" me and the "after" me, she knew more about the situation. But this time I was the one to put it out there. Hesitant at first because I didn't want to be seen as less capable or weak or seem like a risk or a bad hire; eventually my secrets would tell themselves.
Read MoreI claimed it before I knew what it was. I wanted to live a love-based life when I made the internal proclamation, all I knew was how many things I'd denied myself due to fear. How many opportunities I'd let pass me by, or how comfortably I slipped into sloth-like apathy because I was too intimidated by failure to just try. I did not like the person I was when I bowed, regretfully, to fear.
Read MoreNo one prepares you for the post-PhD PTSD. I'd said it with a hint of laughter behind my voice, but remembering the months of pervasive and palpable sadness that followed the completion of my doctoral degree, it really wasn't funny at all.
Read MoreLately, I have been experiencing old things as if for the first time. Checking in with myself to note whether they are just as delicious as I remember, or if the thrill of it all had gone. My first major instance of this was Christmas.
Read MoreI've kept a blog consistently since May 2008. In my blogs, I have written about boyfriends, girl(space)friends, a girlfriend, trauma, healing, health, and everything in between. One consequence of my candor is people would often talk to me as though we were picking up where we left off. Mid-sentence or mid-thought because to them, they had been speaking to me as they read my stories.
Read MoreIt's nearly 5am, my favorite hour. Clause, my favorite hour provided it's not the last hour before I have to be productive. I am a morning thinker, I am not a morning doer.
Read More...unless we are addressing it intersectionally. Yes, I'll admit that was a bit of click bait. It was also a genuine feeling, though, after I sat through (yet another) conversation about sexuality and gender identity.
Read MoreWhen I was struggling to find my way through to my dissertation research I went and sat on Zachary's front porch. He allowed me to face the ocean, sitting on my left and despite both the presence of my mentor and my favorite place in the world, I had to close my eyes to see.
Read MoreI will admit, the title Black Privilege, may be off putting to some. In Charlemagne The God's (CtheGod) attempt to be provocative he might miss out on some audience members who judge a book by the title. Something tells me that he wouldn't give a fuck, but here's 3 reasons why you should get over the title and read this book.
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