Low tops and high skirts
She doesn’t wear bras
Won’t find her in church
Locate her in bars
A hoe never gets cold
But any hoe who’s a hoe knows, that a hoe is always told;
Dress how you wanna be addressed.
They say it’s not victim blaming
Just that prevention is better than cure
Spoken to like an object? Only wanted for sex?
Just don’t dress like a whore!
Like it’s that simple, that easy
A choice to not be objectified
But there’s women in burkas who see men and are still petrified
Because you say that it matters what I wear but it doesn’t
So when I wear next to nothing, hold your lips, fuck your judgement
One rule for one gender, a different rule for another
But when dressed in all black, hooded up and you get stopped
You don’t blame yourself or your clothes, it’s those pigs, fuck the cops
Dress how you wanna be addressed but only if you’re a sister, not a brother. Read more
Why ditch the T in LGBTQ+?
The acronym LGBT, standing for, Lesbian, Gay, Bisexual and Transgender has been in popular use since the early 90’s. The Q, standing for queer or questioning sexuality and the “+” was later added to include those who don’t fall into those often rigid boxes of sexuality and gender identity. So why are people now starting to question the nearing 30 yearlong practice of including transgender people within this vast community? Read more
Gucci, Dsquared and Prada
Your WCW needs MCM
She will not fuck with topshop men
Her religion is true
Favourite smell, Chanel Bleu
She likes bimmers
Expensive dinners, in high places
Won’t remember your name, but can recall your watch faces
Forget getting head unless you gift her medusa’s
No hotels? No white robes? Then to her you’ll be useless
Now I ain’t sayin’ that sis is a gold digger
But she is most definitely not checking for any of you broke niggas.
“You lots are crazy, if man wanted it how was it rape”
“What’s grooming? I pammed because I had game”
“Yhhh but with girls it’s different though”
Girls I’ve done some research, I’ve gone out and asked a few guys what we do that pisses them off the most. I’ve sifted through all the silly responses, and picked the 3 things boys repeatedly brought up that us girls do which really gets their eyes twitching. What I didn’t tell them is that I was wildly triggered by some of the things that they brought up. So, instead of just going off at my fellow sisters, I’m gonna drop some inside info on how we can cause less headaches, whilst defending why we do it in the first place. Read more
It starts slowly. So gradual, that at first you don’t even notice what’s going on in the area you’ve called home for as long as you can remember. You see signs for new developments being built but you think nothing of it. You heard somewhere that there’s a housing crisis and as you map out the streets which connect to make your town you realise how many of those streets have people living literally on them. Maybe these new houses are a good thing? But for these developments they need space, so they tell you the homes you’ve walked past every single day have got to go, along with the people inside them. But still, you think nothing of it. Those houses were old and rundown anyway, they’ve needed to get rid of them for a while, and it’s not like they’re just going to kick people out right? You tell yourselves they’ll be rehoused somewhere better. For a second you envy them for being able to get out of the area you frequently call a shit hole. Then comes the coffee shops, the hip funky now millenial spaces, the restaurants that sell 5 wings for £5.99 and along with them comes faces you’ve never seen around here before. You pause for a second, for the first time you realise home doesn’t look quite like home anymore. All these new shops opening are expensive as shit but I guess they’re trying to finally improve the area right? As you sit in the backstreet salon or barbers you overhear chatter about the rising rent prices. Again you think nothing of it, seems like a problem for uncle. Then shops that you’ve been getting meat at for years start closing out of the blue. The man who sold peppers on the market disappears as does the women selling creams, the man selling fake gucci bags goes next and you find yourself missing the smell of fish guts on a brisk Sunday morning. Corner shops are being replaced by Sainsbury’s locals, and Tesco express’s, nail shops are closing and now your paying double for a full set. As you start noticing your wallet thinning you think back to a time where everything wasn’t so pricey. What happened? How could you miss something that was going on right under your nose. As the outward appearance of your area improves, the roads they have newly paved and painted seem to have more people on them. Crime is rising but everything looks so much better now so how could that be possible? You sit in Costa and ponder over this. Never connecting the dots that the thing young wealthy whites like even more than coffee is drugs and someone has got to sell it to them. Someone desperate. Like a child whose mother used to to sell creams on the market and whose father ran a barbershop that now has two parents out of work. Their building is scheduled for demolition and they have 3 months to find somewhere new to call home but for some odd reason house prices have shot up and they can no longer afford anything in the area. The area you so proudly declared a shit hole doesn’t look so shit anymore but at what cost? The people who have lived and worked here for decades are the ones who have to pay the price, but they can’t afford it.
“He’s such a nice guy, you should give him a chance”
“I dunno why girls are always chasing these bad boys when there are plenty of nice guys about”
“I’m a nice guy, why don’t she want me”
What happened to the black community?
Growing up is a choice. Becoming an adult doesn’t happen overnight. You don’t just wake up one day with your childhood a thing of the past, it is a decision. Every time you open your eyes to find yourself blessed with a new day, you have to decide to be an adult.