Black Girls be Coming Out

Happy New Year! I know it’s the 17th but I will be the obnoxious one to say Happy New Year til March. Me Nah Care! And what better way to start the new year than to come out!? No I am not talking about my sexuality even though I have some sinfully scrumptious home girls (Lana, Rell I’m lookin at ya’ll :-)). No I am talking about the blogger’s closest.

Today, January 17th, I came out to my friends and family as a blogger.  I was gonna do it at some point but being dubbed a “Fierce Female Blogger” by LC who runs Colored Girl Confidential pushed me to it (You can read the post here.) So I shared the post on Facebook so my FB folks could see and I posted this status:

I have a blog. Most of you dont know about it because I write about things that I may or may not want you to know about. But its 2013, I’m 23 years old and I write my truth. I refuse to apologize for my truth. So enjoy at your own risk 🙂

And then I got scared. Remembering why I chose to blog in secret to begin with. Not wanting to hold my tongue or consider my audience. Wanting to be free to express myself without tarnishing my good girl image. Thinking back on all the posts I wrote about my crushes, my politics, celibacy and sex. Oh shoot, SEX! So I wrote this:

P.S. Mom and Dad this post does not pertain to you. You two are barred from my blog. No really. Im serious.

But they are really not the worst of my fears. I thought of my ex. The one that I am trying to be friends with. And the posts, some rather recent, that I know, if he reads them, he will know are about him.

But I have told no lies here.  And even if that truth was only truth for a moment, it was real to me when I sat down at the computer.  And I refuse to apologize or feel guilty for that.

So to all the new subscribers, readers, visitors… HEY!!! I hope you enjoy yourself but Im not sorry if you dont. Because this is my little safe place on the internet.  So sit back, relax and join me on my journey. Or dont. Its all love either way.

Oh yeah, and one more thing, if you have any issue, complaint or comment please feel free to take it up with me. I’m a big girl. I cant handle it.

~The Management



Black Girls Be Getting By With A Little Help From Their [Girl] Friends

I have been blessed with the right people at the right time all the time.  Lately I have bemoaned about my lack of a man/significant other/boo thang, but I just want to take a minute to say how very grateful I am for my significant others of my sex, my girls! My girls push me, prod me, uplift me, tell me off, get on my nerves, make me laugh and keep me from crying.  Though most of my girls are far and farther I am so thankful for each and every one of them.

There’s my Best Friend in New York who I’ve legitimately known for 20 years.  We were even picked on by the same kid in preschool (I’ve forgiven him; she hasnt).  She’s the friend that I cant get rid of even if I wanted to because she has enough blackmail on me for three lifetimes.

There’s my homie-sister-friend who I made be my friend. Literally. Last year she got a job I applied for and I was following her on Twitter and I told her that she was gonna be my friend. We just got back from Jamaica 2 weeks ago. She challenges all my sensibilities and make me rethink my thoughts. That’s a friend. She moved to NY from NC and 6 months later I moved to NC from NY and we joke that neither state could handle us together.

Then there’s my… she has too many titles to even list.  But she has such a dynamic personality and she is the consummate performer.  And when I want to be flirtatious and feisty, I turn into her. Is that creepy?

I have old friends and new friends, friends I met be chance and friends who I had no choice but to befriend.  I even have a friend from another planet. No really.

Sometimes we get so caught up in what we dont have that we miss out on what have right there.  So thank you for being you and for being you with me. I love you and need you more than you’ll ever know.