SO IT’S EITHER I’M MISS, MS OR MRS?

SO IT’S EITHER I’M MISS, MS OR MRS?

via GIPHY While I understand that I lack the sufficient knowledge and reasoning ability at present moment to address this construct that heavily irks my soul, I’ll do it anyway! Why? It’s simple really, I want to and I can, just joking I experienced an epiphany if you...
IT WAS NEVER THE CLOTHES!

IT WAS NEVER THE CLOTHES!

via GIPHY She opened her eyes and adjusted them to the light. “Welcome to the world, little one.” They whispered in her ear. They were happy, I’m sure. She was happy, I’m sure. When she started to walk, she was dressed up like a pretty princess so she could run up and...
All in the name of “culture”!

All in the name of “culture”!

When Culture Becomes A Noose. via GIPHY I was sitting under an avocado tree as one of my favourite hairdressers went to town doing my hair. She was clutching her crotchet tools, hooking my faux locs into the braided sections of my hair when a 20-year-old woman looked...

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