Let’s Talk About: Identifiers

Who are you? What are you?

I am black. I’m not entirely sure if I’ve said that on here or if it’s on my About Me page. I’ve been blogging under this name and this title for about a year (I started this blog on another platform so it might be longer but I didn’t transfer everything over because it was a long ass stupid process) and I’m not entirely you could envision me.

Being black is awesome but it isn’t a big deal to me. I enjoy it, do not get me wrong AT. ALL. I completely enjoy and love my culture. As a people, African Americans have overcome a host of injustices and it hasn’t broken us. Many of us are bitter, that is true, but we still have contributed all of these wonderful amazing things to the American landscape. From food to music to all of the great inventors to spiritual discovers and an innate sense of family…we’ve accomplished a great deal. I’m very proud to be black. It’s just not the first set of glasses I view the world through.

My musical tastes are widely varied. The Black Keys, Anthony Hamilton, Skrillex, Jason Aldean, Luke Bryan, Red Hot Chili Peppers I love them all. I like soul food as much as the next person but I also really enjoy French cuisine and green healthy eating. I like beer (micro brews or anything that doesn’t taste like sweat sock swill) and mudding. Apples to Apples is one of my favorite games. I just…I like what I like. Yes I’m a black woman but that’s the whole sum of the “issue”. I’m a black WOMAN. Black is a type of woman I am, not the entirety of my being. I approach situations as a woman first. I tend not to bring race into a situation until someone else brings it in. And it seems that society at large has an issue with that.

*blink blink*

I don’t know what to tell society. I NEVER know what to tell society because I always seem to be doing the wrong thing. I’ll tell you a secret though. I like the way I view the world. I don’t want to be hostile all of the time. And a lot of people who put race first seem to be hostile. Always being offended by someone about something. I don’t want to live my life like that. There’s too many things to be happy about and life is too short. Liking what I like doesn’t make me white or stuck up or bougie. I don’t think I’m better than the black person who might be standing next to me. I just like what I like. Some of it is on the high end but plenty of people like the good things in life, that’s why people continue to make the nice things in life. I’m not the first person to like them and I won’t be the last.

I am a woman. I am a daughter/sister/wife. I am black.

Tell me: Who are you? How do you identify yourself?


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