“Then these vets would come back to me. That’s what’s really impressive to me, when vets find that path with cannabis, they always are determined to share that with the world . . . They would always have their spouse or their kid in tow to corroborate their stories. Over time it was really compelling.” Read more
Is ‘The Handmaid’s Tale’ A Prophecy Of America’s Future?
It is the compliance of the masses that perpetuates and sanctions government control. Read more
The Moral Case For Abortion
“When we prevent a person from making their own moral choices about their pregnancy, we undermine their humanity.” Read more
The Power Of Being A Submissive Black Woman In Bed
I was 18 when I first started asking men to hurt me. It began innocently: a request for a hand around my throat, usually in the heat of the moment to take the edge off. Some men obliged, reaching for me without a second thought, but most of them balked, fearing that they would bruise me Read more
If I Have A Child, They’ll Be Black In America — And This Terrifies Me
What I struggle with most is not what I don’t know, but what I do. Read more
What I Learned When I Gave Up Booze For A Year
I saw intentional sobriety as a choice that carried the potential to completely reshape my life. Read more
My ‘Disfiguring’ Condition Is Genetic — Here’s Why I Want A Child Anyway
Despite the difficulties of facial disfigurement, my life has been worth living and my future child’s will be, too. Read more
I Don’t Fight Because I’m Violent — I Fight Because The World Is
I was in my early twenties when I first joined Fight Club. I’d recently started watching mixed martial arts championships on TV, and I was intrigued. I fell in with a group of similarly curious and equally untrained women, and together, we started attending a martial arts and MMA club that was held in a Read more
This Labor Day, Let’s Recognize The Work Of Sex Workers
On Labor Day, I call loudly for sex work to be decriminalized worldwide. Read more
How My White Mother Helped Me Find My Blackness
Black History Month, the Olympics, Martin Luther King Jr.’s Birthday, Kwanzaa, Nigerian Independence Day — my mother looked forward to these days like they were Christmas.