I have a problem. My problem is, I do what I want. With this problem, people feel the need to tell me how they feel about what I’m doing but what they really like to talk about is what I’m wearing. It is very seldom that I ask people how they feel about my outfit or should I wear something or not. My style is exactly that, mine. It’s my way of self expression, my mood, my stance , whatever! It’s mine and I don’t need anyone telling me anything about it except, “You look nice.” where I humbly reply, “Thank you.” and go about my business. I always look nice in my opinion even on the days where I’m not that satisfied with my outfit because I remind myself, when I got dressed today, thats how i felt and somewhere between then and now I changed.
What really grinds my gears is when people try to define me based on what I wear. Whether its my religious views or sexuality, someway somehow people identify what I have on with something. Since when did clothing classify me or anyone? How masculine I am? How I was raised? Who I sleep with? First and foremost, thats no ones business but God and I. Secondly, let me be. Please and thank you.
Shirt- H&M $17.99
Pants- Levis 512 $69.50
Shoes- Gucci Horsebit Slipper $650
I’ve been dreading this day since the election. For the past week or so I’ve been trying to distract my mind from what is actually happening. I was working on another post in the midst of the semester starting back up again but my mind was just clustered. It really hit me last night after seeing all the lovely shades of people at my institution who are doing miraculous things that we now are under a President who disregards everything that we have accomplished as a people and who is publically the face of racism,sexism,rape culture, homophobia, classism, etc. just because the color of our skin.
Initially I grew weary. I knew what kind of country we lived in. I knew what we were against. It’s never been easy for us and when I say us I’m not singling out any color, gender or race. If you feel me, you feel me. It’s always been a struggle but to publically be embarrassed and publically tell us in a sense “you don’t matter” its humiliating. Now this orange man has to be the mouth piece for this country that WE built. But then I allowed my self to reflect. I felt a shift, honestly. I saw people come together for the first time in a long time as one. Everyone put their issues to the side for once and saw one another as humans and understood for a second ; if not us, then who? Communities are coming together and forming alliances and looking out for one another because there is an understanding that we must be the change and we must continue the greatness that our ancestors have paved the way for us to follow. We must allow the scars of the past to heal and to treat each other as equals and learn to love from within. I see it happening, it’s taking time to fully get there but it’s happening. It’s going to take time but I thank Trump for showing people what this country has turned into and allowing people to ask the question to themselves ,”if not us,then who?”
On this day Friday, January 20,2017 I will continue my day as normal. I will stand strong, dress well and talk my shit. I will NOT watch the publicity stunt that they are calling the Inauguration. Trump is NOT my president and that won’t change. Today just like yesterday and the day before and the year before we must continue to better ourselves and better each other. Through God, Christ, the universe and our ancestors we have the strength to overcome all road bumps and dodge all distractions. We have to love ourselves and love one another and love each and every moment of this journey that we have been given. We must STOMP through this journey with pride and confidence and let’s not forget love. On this day, I will be doing my laundry,doing my homework and taking my fly ass to work because we got shit to do. As long as we have one another and the almighty in the midst, we will be okay.