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Festival Time with Judgey

Crucian Christmas Festival has come and gone, and although my parade body was still in transit—it got lost in Puerto Rico—I still had the best time ever in the Simply Sophisticated Fun Troupe as they celebrated their 10th Anniversary. Shamari Haynes is a Carnival Connoisseur, A First-Class Festival Feteran, The Maestro of Mas, we can do this all day. What I’m saying is, he went above and beyond for his tenth year, grooming what started out as a little high school troupe, into what is now the territory’s largest, most anticipated festival troupe.

To Healthy Living!

I’m taking a cycling class!!! The ending of this year, I committed myself to becoming a much healthier person. I needed to change my eating habits ASAP and become more active. Becoming more active also meant giving up some sleep which is probably the hardest part because I love me some sleep. So. it’s not that I’m losing sleep—because that’s counter-productive—but rather I’m working on staying up more. My sleeping schedule is stupid as hell. I’m the kind of person who would wake up at noon and then go to bed at 4 a.m. I’m not a morning person at all. In fact, I’m inclined to believe people who wake up at 5 a.m. are hellions. Baby Jesus ain’t even up yet, why the hell are you? But I guess I have started joining you underworld folks in order to continue on this “best me” shit.

Belles x Spring Balls

Junior high school students sure do grow up fast. I don’t know these girls personally, but I did discover that a child I knew when she was a widdle girl was also attending a Spring Ball and I felt like a crypt keeper. Why my ass so ancient? What is going on? Who authorized this? I mean I know they have to grow up but golly. I do not like Fort Christiansvaern as a location for photos because it needs a paint job, lawn care, our mentally ill are roaming about unsupervised because healthcare is a myth, and it’s overdone. Stick a fork in it, that location has been played to it’s death. I can work the area if need be, but let the fort and all it’s history of slavery die. At some point I’ll talk about our strange obsession with relics of colonialism, but that’s not what this is about.   Anyways, this was yet another fun session. It took a little while to have the girls warm up to the camera and …

First grade and Fabulous

I think I fell in love to photographing kids. For starters, their personalities are amazing. Secondly, they are so effortless in their happiness. Those genuine smiles make your ovaries act up and you gotta remind them that kids are cute, but hella expensive. I refuse to budget for another one, but lord I can babysit…no..I lied not even that much. I mean, I can swoon over your kids from a distance, or at least take their photos. Yeah, that sounds reasonable. So this little doll graduated from kindergarten and is off to first grade. Pretty self explanatory if you watch the photos. She was serving face when she got comfortable. I can see her being a little model in the future. She was giving me black girl magic all the way through. Also, I’m just applauding mommy for her hairstyle and clothes. Cute, age-appropriate, and nothing over-the-top. Her family helped tweak her “poses” for the shoot and even worked camera two. It was just such a fun Sunday. It was also when I learned that …

Deflection and Respectability politics

Facebook debates never cease to amaze me. So let me tell you why I’m angry and why the tone of this post is going to be angry and why you’re going to have to deal with it. I woke up in a relatively good mood. I’m on vacation, I got to sleep till 3 p.m. without anyone bothering me. I ate. I look fabulous. No one is cheating on me. Things were looking good in the hood. Then I get on Facebook and really, who sent me. I should have come here to finish editing My Web Novel which you can read by clicking that link. Instead, I decided to go to the devil’s playground. This woman attended an event, and apparently she had a run in with men of the territory that displeased her. Naturally, she vented about it and wrote “On a serious note…VI men have no respect for women.” Now, I’m not here for generalizations. I never will be. Still, automatically, as woman I understood immediately what she was trying to convey. She was …

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Practicing Proper Facebook Etiquette (For -some- men)

I’M TIRED. Ever so often I get an influx of friend requests that have me questioning my online activity because “Whose mans is these?” (written like that on purpose). It’s not really the requests that bother me, it’s just the type of people that come attached to it. I hardly ever get a friend request that doesn’t also come with unsolicited messages. Can’t you just add me quietly? The dust doesn’t even settle on the acceptance before I get that “Hi,” or “Thanks for the add” message. Jesus be a block button, why are you here? Why are you thanking me? And I know it isn’t just to be nice because I’m almost 100 percent certain you don’t also add guys and go in their inbox. Yall are the street salesmen of Facebook. Yall are the religious cults of Facebook. Knocking on my inbox going “Hi, do you have a moment for my bullshit? Can I talk to you about my good lord and saviour Fuhkboyahseh?” Which is why I’m writing this today to teach …