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.
Showing posts with label TSA. Show all posts
Showing posts with label TSA. Show all posts
Friday, July 8, 2011
Yo I Wish Somebody Would...
Cuz y'all know I would just love a chance to sue. All kinds of racist bullshit. Some rando's hands all up in my kinks? Uh-uh, honey. We don't play that. I'd probably get locked up in airport-jail somewhere waiting for the big boys to come interrogate me for all the hell I'd raise. Luckily, the fro and I have been through airport security successfully many a time. I'm keeping the fingers crossed for myself, and for some justice/at-the-very-least-a-damn-apology for this woman.
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black female-dom,
hair,
racism,
TSA
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