#30DaysOfSelfCare Writing for the last few days has been especially difficult for me. Sometimes the words just don’t come and that’s not the best thing when you’re committed to posting daily. So I feel I need to talk through a bit of my process in order to process. My day usually involves getting up at
#30DaysOfSelfCare #HumanRightsDay On 21 March 1960 in Sharpeville, police officers opened fire on a crowd of some 7,000 black demonstrators who were protesting the pass laws which required black Africans to carry a Dompas at all times while traveling. 69 died and 180 were injured. Today we have a constitution that empowers people with the
#30DaysOfSelfCare I. am. tired. of. shaving. my. body. The hetronormative, patriarchal standards of beauty imposed on women are just ridiculous. We know this. And in deepening that narrative, I’m going to offer another perspective, specifically on shaving, as a transgender woman. Of all things about my transition, shaving is by far the most annoying activity.
#30DaysOfSelfCare Sunday is my favorite day of the week. Monday through Friday mostly consists of work so I don’t do too much else. Friday night is, well, Friday night. Saturday usually involves some form of event or special occasion. And then there’s Sunday; just chilling on its own, not getting involved completely uninterrupted. Now, I
#30DaysOfSelfCare My circle of friends is small. We’re a little community of weird, wonderful and down right awesome human beings. I don’t see them everyday, but on those occasions we manage to get our adulting self out of the capitalist machine, it’s a party! And you can expect a generous flow of engaging conversation (and