This is a rudimentary and exceptionally haphazard collection of blog posts mostly meant to sate my own boredom and /or distract me from things my heart isn't quite ready to face. Sometimes I get real serious. If you're looking for honesty, there are 'Some Words' which I'd argue are helpful, but... Do not take that seriously...or, do. Do as you will. Flourish, accordingly. - Alyssa
(Read: This is an "in denial" Lana Parrilla appreciation blog. One day it will succumb to its better fangirl sensibilities and shout praises from the rooftops. Sometimes I write silly things about my life. - Alyssa)
I am Black, Queer, Woman, Cisgendered, Able-bodied. Feel free to ask if you want to know anything else.
OKAY, let me tell you my favorite thing about this new Beyonce album (besides the fact that slaps hard AF). She so easily merges all these seemingly contradictory facets of her life, identity and personhood. Things that people say don’t mesh well, if at all. She’s unabashedly and unapologetically sexual, but she’s also a loving and caring mother and she incorporates TED sound clips from esteemed Nigerian feminists and doesn’t shy away from proudly displaying her marriage title. Because women, more specifically, Black women can and do incorporate these elements at once, no matter how one-dimensional our capabilities are presented.
Beyonce is here for Beyonce and doesn’t give a fuck what you white feminists, male chauvinists or naysayers think and I am here for it.
I mean, honestly, at this point, sleep is futile. I’ll give in and listen to the album. Ugh, I don’t want to be a Beyonce fannnnnnn…
(Can no longer fight it.)
Beyonce so cut throat.
She came at every bitch in the game.
She brought the A1 arch game/lap dance music for Ciara.
She brought the ratchet lesbian music out for Rihanna.
She brought out crazy outfits ass video for Lady Gaga bum ass.
She was reading a newspaper for Fantasia.