Just Jo
rants, random ramblings, and love.

I honestly believe we’re so accustomed to delivering the strong Black woman speech to ourselves and everyone else that we lose our ability to connect to our humanness, and thus our frailty. We become afraid to admit that we are hurting and struggling, because we fear that we will be seen as weak. And we can’t be weak. We’ve spent our lives witnessing our mothers and their mothers be strong and sturdy, like rocks. We want to be rocks.

Somehow realizing I wasn’t a rock (and that I had honestly never been one), I fought my way out of bed and onto my therapist’s couch. I became exhausted with carrying all of the masks and the capes. And I knew if I didn’t get help quickly, I wasn’t going to survive.

I share my struggles with depression on the Ebony site today. Read more at EBONY http://www.ebony.com/wellness-empowerment/depression-and-the-black-superwoman-syndrome-777#ixzz2z07k8Lb2

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Our strategy should be not only to confront empire, but to lay siege to it. To deprive it of oxygen. To shame it. To mock it. With our art, our music, our literature, our stubbornness, our joy, our brilliance, our sheer relentlessness – and our ability to tell our own stories. Stories that are different from the ones we’re being brainwashed to believe.

The corporate revolution will collapse if we refuse to buy what they are selling – their ideas, their version of history, their wars, their weapons, their notion of inevitability.

Remember this: We be many and they be few. They need us more than we need them.

Another world is not only possible, she is on her way. On a quiet day, I can hear her breathing.

— Arundhati Roy
That damn Naomi!

We create a world where we believe we’re safe and right and amazing… and then we f*ck around and fall in love. When we love genuinely and earnestly, our hearts begin to attack our ego-walls. And hearts always win. That’s the magic and terror of love, right?
As James Baldwin wrote while contemplating true love in The Fire Next Time, it “takes off the masks that we fear we cannot live without and know we cannot live within.” We cannot love fully and completely if we’re not fully available to the people we love, if we’re peaking out from behind our ego-walls.

Listen, if we’re loving the right way, we’re handing our lovers every single tool, experience and insecurity that might injure us. We’re serving ourselves up for slaughter. We’re feeling all those things we said we’d never feel and doing all of those things we said we’d never do. Behaving so foolishly is the only way we can achieve the intimacy, closeness, and oneness we desire.

— My latest #lovenolimit column for Ebony.com. Read more at EBONY http://www.ebony.com/love-sex/love-no-limit-can-egos-serve-or-sever-us-from-love-232#ixzz2wzXy7GCU
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This photo is love.


this is the best thing ever

Little bear in the front-center is having a moment of Pure, Unbridled, Black girl Joy.

Happy International Women’s DayDinka Woman, Sudan. 

Happy International Women’s DayPokot Woman, Kenya

…feelings like disappointment, embarrassment, irritation, resentment, anger, jealousy, and fear, instead of being bad news, are actually very clear moments that teach us where it is that we’re holding back. They teach us to perk up and lean in when we feel we’d rather collapse and back away. They’re like messengers that show us, with terrifying clarity, exactly where we’re stuck. This very moment is the perfect teacher, and, lucky for us, it’s with us wherever we are.
— Pema Chodron
Drop the idea of becoming someone, because you are already a masterpiece. You cannot be improved. You have only to come to it, to know it, to realize it.
— Osho

My talk on how art and activism reimagine and revolutionize communities, especially through the lens of storytelling. I focus on work in Houston’s Third Ward.

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