The sh*t was never pretty. Now for others who have a positive and more affirmed journey that is wonderful because that needs to happen more often.
Part of the grotesquerie is the confusion of knowing you’re a child, but having folks treating like you’re an adult.
Sexuality and Black girlhood
From a distance they seemed like a happy family.
I switched schools and we lost contact.
Her dad left and her mother was sick. Her sisters left. That year her mother passed away. Her baby sister didn’t want to be around the drama
My friend took off and I didn’t see her until I was in my twenties.
“Do you see the way that they look at her? That’s our baby. She looks like a baby!”
That’s disruptive to Black girlhood. That’s grotesque.
So I walk down the street one day and I hear “hey,” and let’s be real I was teen and excited that someone older approached me. My parents always had me guarded, and
So the dealer (a man) who approaches me and I smile says, “Damn you got some pretty lips. You look like you can suck a mean dick.” He gave me his number.
And nonetheless the men in my neighborhood persisted.
I didn’t go, but who knows, maybe some of the girls did.
You’re damn right he is BUT
I want to talk about this hell so that we can talk about heaven-PLEASURE.
Now I have the best sister and brother in the world who would kick ass for me. We may not be biologically related, but our families love each other and hold us in light. No one questions our relation (wanted to add who else got me through 😊)
With that said, my sex-positive journey has been one of survival.