The fleeing of vulnerability – An essay from a Mad Black Woman
Crazy. Obsessed. Delusional. Attached. These words labeled across my black flesh at any moment of vulnerability. The act of vulnerability has consequences if you look like I do. Before I knew it that piece of me was fleeing. Quickly. Abruptly.
Let’s play a game – you’re gonna want to break out the Halloween costume for this
Halloween is around the corner, and most of us are prepared to be sexy something’s. Whether we have our angel wings or elf ears or even our monstrous makeup with fangs ready to bite we know we look badass and. But