Here’s the thing, I may be an ex-felon, but I still want to smash the fucking patriarchy like all the other feminists.
Thrilled just then, to have a deck beneath my feet again and on a ship that was headed for the ocean sea, I wished above all to simply keep going. Past Hampton Roads, past the Capes and out onto the wide Atlantic to God-knows-where-and-who-the-hell-cares.
Disabilities present differently inside of each body. Disabilities also interact with a person’s race, class, culture, family expectations, and gender.
Growing up black, you learn real quick the things you just don’t speak about. My auntie and them voices was one of them things…
Listen honey, it’s nothin’ personal. It’s not that I don’t like you. It’s just that I don’t trust you. I don’t trust a lot of people. And especially not outsiders looking through a lens…
Dear Working Class Life Hacks,
I work with a real douchebag… How can we teach this asshole a lesson?
Marine diesel oil is the color of burnt sienna and emits an odor that smells like fermented soil, all earthy and rich, harsh but intoxicating. Work around tankers a while and you pick up a nose for it, like some insufferable wine buff. You become an aficionado of distillates.
I’ve run the job search gauntlet before and having a record makes it even more difficult to change employers. Staying at my current job, no matter my happiness level, means not having to start over in proving my value and capability. Of the things holding me back, foremost is my fear of the box.