My dissociative self is sadly not a witness to my world but a captive to my mind, chained to the fear that the minute I return to the restaurant floor, my body will cave into a carcass and dissipate into dust.
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Inside Voices
I don’t know what to do about these ethical moral dilemmas. I don’t know how to decide if my anger should be placed deeper on the Black men I share skin with, or the white women I share gender with, or even the white gays I share queerness with. Or anyone in between with oppression commonalities.
How to Survive a Nine to Five
Sometimes it may seem like there aren’t enough hours in the day, especially when you hate your job and have way too many goals to accomplish. When working a 9-5, you might feel like those […]