April 2011
20 posts
i won a happy hour at Turtle Bay (987 2nd avenue, between 52nd and 53rd) this saturday, from 9pm-11pm. say my name, say my name at the door and get a wristband entitling you to half price drinks. come. bring friends. we will have a funky good time.
I’ve been around for the better part of three decades, and not ONCE has a white person provided me with some sort of salvation. I feel shortchanged. There was no teacher who saw something in me, no employer who defended my rights and no white family who kindly took me into their home. To be fair, I have never performed any seemingly magical act of humanity for the benefit of any white folks. I never showed up on anyone’s doorstep barely able to form a sentence, yet somehow capable of transforming lives, saving marriages and instilling hope in the hearts of good meaning pale people.
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there’s really nothing else that y’all can come up with to call your tumblrs other than “f*ckyeah_______”?
i have a piece in the latest issue of Essence. “don’t believe the hate”-page 155. and my sister’s weight loss journey is highlighted on page 135! whoop!
