Wanted: Chastity Belt for My Black Woman Optimism, Which Never Ever Learns
Hello, I’m currently searching for a chastity belt. Not for purity or protection but for one purpose only: locking up my optimism so it never sees the light of day again. Ever. As a thirty-three-year-old Black woman, my optimism has the nerve to keep hanging around, “trying to find the good in ALL people,” defying every harsh truth that should have killed it off long ago. In fact, it’s still here, rearing its head with messages of “justice prevailing” and “light at the end of the tunnel.” The thing won’t die, so I need it restrained. Читать дальше...