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by Donnie Moreland  This essay discusses body dysmorphia, self-harm ideation, and fatphobia.  I remember wanting to drop fire in my belly. Wanting to light a match, open my mouth and drop it in to burn the fat. This was one of the engrossing illusions I obsessed about, from age thirteen until an age very much […]

by JeCorey Holder Masculinity is apparently so weak that men loving ourselves, grooming ourselves, and getting cute in “feminine” ways is somehow considered a threat. I notice they’re especially harsh on queer men, because lord knows we can’t even breathe without these straight dudes suckin’ their teeth in annoyance. When Billy Porter stepped onto the […]

By: L. G. Parker By now you’ve heard of Atlanta-based artist Makeda Lewis. The 25-year-old multidisciplinary artist’s Avie’s Dreams, an Afro-Feminist coloring book and surrealist poem, has been celebrated by Saint Heron, Nylon, Blavity and more. In its rich pages, uncolored images are accompanied by introspective words that speak to the artists journey as a […]

Fashion designer, Peggy Noland’s most recent line of clothing at her Kansas City boutique features a dress with the image of talk show queen Oprah’s head photo-shopped onto nude bodies that vary from skinny to obese. The imagery is taken to the absurd with one Oprah face detailed as a KISS face.  There is a […]

By Kai M. Green, BYP100 California Originally posted on theSwagspot.   Dear Marissa, Triggers. Triggers. You pulled the trigger to save your own life. You fired shots up to the heavens and the ground you stood upon wouldn’t hold you. The court, these laws unable to recognize you and the justice you do deserve. But […]

Having a mentor is crucial. It was as important for my life as my grades in school, my extra curricular activities, and my exposure to the world at large. I believe these are all things that young people need to break cycles of oppression and poverty, however, without having someone to guide you in the […]

Below is an original poem I wrote after my childhood friend, Naomi Clyburn, was murdered in my hometown.

We can jump on Chief Keef for what he does, but it’s unfair to attack who he is, because who is is a reflection of the world he inherited from us. That fact is something that very few of us ever even think of, let alone accept.

*Hey folks. This post just magically disappeared a few hours ago. I’m doing my best to repost as I remember.* As the Monday blogger, each year I post something related to MLK Day. Generally, I say something totally inappropriate and nearly blasphemous. I’ve ranted about the lack of sales during MLK weekend; I’ve suggested what […]

I really hate it when politics interrupt my fantasy football preparation. There I was checking Twitter for tweets that might help my abysmal fantasy team when I started seeing posts about presidential candidate Rick Perry’s little problem. In case you missed it, according to a story published in The Washington Post last Saturday, Perry’s family’s hunting camp […]