“I was born a poor Black child…”
No really, I was. At some point in my childhood though, my formerly Black militant, freedom loving parents found Jesus, and later found themselves comfortably yuppie.
I never quite got over that, and this caused a lot of problems for me growing up. I lived between two worlds, one of roots, Obeah, and Vodun, and the other of an insane brand of Christianity that even makes many since-the-Byzantines Catholics here wince at the level of inhumanity. One day though, I did grow up, forgave them and myself, and proceeded to have a life. To kick it off, I joined the U.S. Navy for an enlistment, and learned what I didn’t want to do with my life.
I’ve had two wonderful albeit incompatible for lifelong “romance” husbands. The first of them gave me the light of my existence: my daughter.
At the moment, I live in Haifa, the most beautiful city in Israel. It’s difficult in some ways, to be a non Jew and not even Arab here, but I can’t say it’s more difficult than being a natural Black woman in the U.S. I can get an urge for ice cream at 3am, go out and get some, and make it home safely. No chance of getting jumped so long as one stays in lighted areas, with random 19 year old dudes packing assault rifles hanging out.
If only the strapped bad asses back home were so dedicated to the freedom to get a pack of cigarettes unmolested.
I live with my daughter and my platonic husband, which some people find strange. I think it’s the best way for people who love each other though. Life happens. People get old. People get sick. People get tired of shagging each other. Why break up a family because mom and dad aren’t screwing each other anymore? Seems petty to me.
I work at home as a webmaster. From time to time I do special catering. I braid hair as it comes. Since it looks like I’m going to be here for awhile, I’m becoming more serious about getting more consistent business.
Oh, and here’s a full body photo of me from March of 2009:
I still look basically the same, proportion wise, just a little smaller since I started eating like a human, and not like a herd beast.
My blog is about my life and things I observe and think about. If you’d like to comment, feel free. I only ask that comments be civil and not spam. It’s okay to disagree, or argue, but at the point you tell anyone who hasn’t killed, raped, or committed some sort of gross atrocity against mankind that they should shoot themselves, or deserve to die in ways that wouldn’t normally result from their actions, you’ve crossed the line into Psychoticville, and your posts will start being moderated beyond the initial one.
So it’s okay to tell someone slutting it up with legit monogamously married men behind the wife’s back that you hope the wife stabs them in the eye with a curb whittled broomstick. It is not okay to tell someone they should be taken out back and shot because they don’t think you’re as hot as Blair Underwood.
It’s not that I worry someone might actually kill themselves or someone else over it. It’s just that such outbursts are usually sheeple poo, and these things trigger my own annihilation fantasies. I’m trying not to be the great great grandmother of the person who says “fuck it” and nukes you all to kingdom come…or worse, keeps you alive so he or she can enjoy herding you into IQ and nazi test score based ghettoes using sonic force shields.
Thank you 🙂