Feelin more and more like an ancestor to dis lil me, putting in so much to evolve into the safety I’ve always deserved

Not muse, not healer, not teacher. Moments where I can be unspectacular Moments where I can receive Moments where my body holds center over my mind over the inner analyst over the over performer

I am learning that my sensuality does not have to be a performance I offer. It can be a home I inhabit.

BBBwithluv, 2026 - Black Femmes deserve REST AND PLEASURE ✰.ᐟ

Dis city girl doc had me crying fr, jus thinking what would a future Saidiya Hartman write about dis piece of history? Truly, it’s a portrait of wayward black femmes tryna experiment with life from the confines of state made ghettos. Many tryna be more than labor, many aspiring for wealth, for comfort, for ‘better’, for beauty. I’m thinking about how as black womxn the cost of our becoming always seems to be our bodies, especially for my trans sisters… chai,

I saw dis post that was like imagine if women still couldn’t legally work/own their right to independence and still had to depend on men,, then I went into the comments n someone said: Black women have always had to work. And bruh, despite the geopolitical context, dis shit is true everywhere. Like we’ve always been independent even in our double jeopardy. In ancient Igbo land, women cultivated and farmed the hardest crops!!! Like brooo. On plantations, women was working the same labor, whilst pregnant, whilst menstruating. My mum who is Latina literallly works n works n works n works, without stop, until her body breaks down. I’ve seen the same in the Black African women that also raised me. I know it’s the same for many other indigenous women. Our rest is revolutionary ofc, it is divine, but where is the space for that when this world will literally leave u for dead? A bitch like me has never stopped working n bruhh, I don’t even wanna start comparing myself to these niggas but brooooo, what????

Mutual relief for my bro, plsss share! It’s urgent 🤍