I love character building with my Sims. Here’s one of my family dynamics right now. Don’t judge me please, but this is actually one of my tamer storylines 😅 Also, I realized on the listen back I never explained, but Sasha can get other Sims pregnant. Wasn’t sure if that was clear 😊 Enjoy!
A Fake Review: Mr. Morale & the Big Steppers
I have thoughts on Kendrick Lamar’s new album, but trust me they’re not too deep [because the think piece tweets are already exhausting]. Overall, did I like it? Yes. But here are my more specific takeaways:
As a Black queer woman, I don’t care how the hoteps or spiritual academics try to explain it, there will never be a need for a heterosexual cis man, for artistic purposes or otherwise, to use the f-slur [repeatedly 🤢] or deadname a transperson. The nuance is understood—he was conveying a timeline and his youthful ignorance, blah blah—as I watched many try to explain away, but it’s still wildly unnecessary. Simply put, no one who is an ally of the queer community would do such a thing. Very weird.
Fave Songs: United In Grief, Father Time, We Cry Together, Purple Hearts, Crown, Mother I Sober, (honorable mention) Mirror
I wish everyone, especially Black men who claim to love Black women, would stop giving problematic artists (Kodak Black) a platform and a pass. It’s saddening to know that this is not the first time K. Dot has excused an abuser for the sake of blanketed empathy and compassion. **I’m also including Donald Glover here because I watched the latest episode of Atlanta and I don’t understand why Kevin Samuels (R.I.P. I guess) is starring in the episode 🙄 Also include J. Cole here because he’s guilty of this too, unfortunately **
United In Grief: The hook “I grieve different” really grabbed my attention and I’m glad he started with that track. For me—entering my 30’s, coming out of a pandemic/lockdown, and more recently, getting my head above my depression—I am learning how I grieve different parts of me in this new, shifting reality of mine.
Father Time: I really encourage everyone to receive talk therapy because at this point we all need it, but I strongly wish more Black men went to therapy. There are realities that Black men go through that no one will understand, even as a Black woman. I wish my father, my partner, my little brother, my guy friends had a place to feel vulnerable and gain insight into their complex trauma. But because of toxic masculinity and the Black community’s general and deeply-rooted mistrust of doctors across the board, it’s hard to get a Black man to sit for 45 minutes to an hour to be vulnerable about his fears and dreams, let alone admit that he needs the therapy at all.
We Cry Together: I just love a back-and-forth track, very Dr. Dre & Eminem energy. And I know the general review or first listens of this track give off immediate toxic relationship, but after replaying it so many times, I found a different takeaway. These are two people in pain. Yes, hurting each other in the process in a very Malcolm & Marie-style/go-for-the-jugular argument (which I’d never condone), but I think there’s some truth to the thoughts Black men and Black women keep inside for the sake of knowing that the person across from you is also hurting and in a pain you can’t understand. Sure, it’s delivered in a chaotic vehicle, but the message I received was “You absolutely annoy the shit out of me sometimes” because we’re humans and that happens, but “I will always love you.” It’s a stretch, but I get it.
My Therapist Is On Vacation So, Welcome To My Week’s Session
TW: Suicide/Suicidal ideation
I’m not sure if it’s the eclipse season or all these Scorpio-based transits connecting to my Scorpio placements, but I’ve been in decent spirits lately [although, Chani did tell me this would happen in my personal Gemini rising reading a few weeks ago so, maybe?]. Last week, I accidentally slept for 11 HOURS so I also feel like that reset my system a little. I’m trying to not make any sudden movements to not scare off the *whispers* the happy vibes. Along with that energy, I wrote a poem. The first in years.
It was inspired by rewatching Season 1 of Russian Doll on Netflix. It’s a time-bending show starring the redhead baddie herself Natasha Lyonne. In it, she’s stuck in a timeloop along with a stranger who *SPOILER* [but honestly you should have watched it already] was attempting to kill himself the night that the loop began. At some point towards the end of the season, it’s each person’s job to keep the other alive. And you know, it had me thinking about my multiple attempts and how long ago my last one was. Lifetimes ago really. And I can’t say I haven’t thought about it in passing—uncaught floating ideation in my brain—but watching Russian Doll [while drunk because i't’s the best time for creation] inspired a truth….a truce with time even:
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