that I act like an only child, and everyone just assumes I'm an only child because I don't want children and I don't seem like the loving-older-sister type.
I suppose I wouldn't really categorize myself as the loving-older-sister type either, but somehow coming from other people, this feels like an insult.
I love my brother and sister! I don't always like them, but I love them. I'm more of the protective pushy older sister type...but that's just tough love, right??
Inside the mind of a kind of quirky, pretty stubborn, way too opinionated, twenty-something, heteroflexible Black female newly employed up-and-moved-to-DC Princeton GRADUATE who's just trying to sort out her life. An uninhibited celebration of all that is me, this blog is an exercise in self-discovery and live-with-your-heart-wide-open-ness. Though I make respect a habit, I will not always be politically correct, and I believe in the power of making audiences uncomfortable to inspire change.
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