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Hello Stranger: My Evolution

I am in a variety of groups on Facebook. Some for fun. Most for shared interest. A few out of sheer boredom

In one of my groups, we were challenged to describe ourselves to a total stranger. I thought long and hard and was like...... hmpf that's tough.😥 I gave a short, cursory answer. But I thought I'd expand it:


I love graphic T-shirts like a 13 year old.. comics...British comedies/dramas...hardcover books... culinary adventures...Kimonos and flats....makeup...natural hair and wigs...Trap music and All things Nina Simone....meditation.... art...a good pair of jeans...photography...crafting to a limit...t..organization and chaos simultaneously..sweet tea....and a cold shot of quality Tequila.

I love being a wife and mother but I am glad it isn't the totality of my life.I miss being my mother's daughter more.... but I am glad to be my daughter's mother. I am spiritual more than religious. I'd rather be in sweats than lingerie most days. I am still learning my body and learning to love it. I still am battling the love of my hair.

I think I'd take Tacos over Soul Food. But I'd take Soul Food over everything else.

I love black people and being black. Black movies featuring black skin. HBCUs vs Everybody. My DNA is important but it also makes me weary.

I love the sound of rain and waves crashing against beaches. But I'd prefer silence a lot of times. I can be without technology but I can't live without it. TV sometimes is more gratifying than a novel... but poetry is the only thing that really feeds me.

Vintage can be a smell and an item. I love perfume but I do not drown in it. I'd rather drown in the smell of someone else. I've fallen in love a few times and in lust more. Only now do I have both.

I'm not an animal person but I love wild things. Wild beings and wild flowers. I am a feminist but I will let a beat override the misogynoir..... but I don't let misogyny override me. Sometimes I am a bad feminist and I do not care.

I am a scholar but I am often lazy. Sometimes I know the answer and just do not feel like explaining. I am sapiosexually attracted to many people in many forms.....

I love football for its beauty and less for its brutality.

I regret a lot yet very little. Most of those regrets are out of my hands. And I give it to God.... and still obsess over it. I obsess over things I just because.

I still don't know what I want to be when I grow up although others expect that I should know.

I am a giver so I have a problem receiving because no one knows how to give to me.

Random I know!

Well.. it's Friday.

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