When they discharged me from the hospital, the nurse asked me if I wanted the clothes I was wearing when I came in. I had no idea what those were, but I replied “Sure” in an automatic kind of way. Was it good luck or bad to keep the clothing…

I’m on a road trip through the U.S. South with Adrianne Burke, founder of Yoga on the Land. This post is from one of our stops. It’s no secret that my time in New York made me miss the South. It’s a complicated kind of feeling I have for the…

Towards a Future of More Authentic Organizing Some philosophers say that time is not linear, but more like a spiral. I am preparing to leave New York City, reducing my possessions to a minimum and going on a road trip. It is early April 2021, and the Biden Administration has…

Trigger warning: Rape and Sexual Violence It was a warm summer day and I was on my way to a friend’s party in New York City, serving up a big look in a form-fitting, red lace dress. Still new to the city, I stopped for a moment to analyze the…

How I learned to see the ways that I unconsciously reinforce the norms I’m fighting — or — How I realized I was a fuck boy. I like to talk to people, particularly male-bodied people, about what feminism means to them. It’s not so much a litmus test as it…

Four years ago after the election, the first thing I did was make a sign that read “Confront Whiteness” to carry into the streets the next day. I had tried to convince myself that the polls and reporting were right, that Trump would lose, but I couldn’t shake the nagging…

One of the core myths of white supremacy is that Europeans are the only group of people in history who have built international empires and “advanced” civilization. In grade school, my “world” history classes reinforced this notion, drawing a straight line from Ancient Egypt (the white-washed version) leading to the…

Today’s #BlackHistoryMonth challenge is a re-up from 2018, because the soul-crushing experience of poverty is one that confuses poor white folks who are told we have “privilege”. My testimony is a time I directly benefitted, monetarily, from white supremacy, while still being broke as hell. I left home soon after…

When I began waiting tables at the restaurant I described yesterday, with the all-white waitstaff and all-Black back of house, one day a fellow waiter complained to me about having an all-Black party seated in her section. “Black people don’t tip,” she said bluntly, “and they just want to eat…