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New Apartment Blues: What Rona Means for the Housing Hunt.

Play Ari Lennox's "New Apartment" while you read! Do you remember the classic Carrie Bradshaw line: “In New York, you're always looking for a job, apartment or a boyfriend.” Well, I've been on the hunt for all three since graduating college in 2014. Finding an apartment is hard. But, finding an apartment in New York is an entirely different ballgame. From years of applying to the housing lottery to searching the pages...

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Let’s Talk About Sex—The Column: Riding 101

I'm going to start this week's column being completely honest. I'll try most things twice for the sake of curiosity and pleasure, but me and riding do not get along. Maybe, I don't have Megan Thee Stallion knees. Or maybe, I'm overly concerned about how my body looks on top. Are my titties, tittying? Does my stomach look flat? Are my knees making the "Grindin'" beat? Somewhere between being self-conscious...

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Let’s Talk About Sex, The Column: Fellatio

The time has officially come to talk about the act of so many names— head, brain, dome, neck, knob goblin, spit shine, etc. — professionally known as fellatio. My first introduction to head came from the lyrics of Lil Kim, Trina, and of course Shawnna. The late night public access show, Robin Byrd, gave me the visuals while Sex and the City broke down what I thought was "head reality."...

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Sex Column: Let’s Talk About Cunnilingus 101

It's been a minute since I've written much of anything on my blog, but let's talk about the birth of this column. "The Black Carrie Bradshaw" is something I've been called quite a few times since the start of my podcast. I've always wanted a column, I mean, I did go to school for journalism. But, I never thought I'd have a sex column until recently. Despite being someone, who...

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An Ode to Riding the Waves

People do not pass. Feelings do not change. But, time keeps going. Over the past three months, I've learned alot about emotions. While I thought being Pisces put me at an advantage of knowing my feelings, I've learned I don't know shit at all. Grief is the trickiest emotion of them all and you know nothing until you've felt it. You never learn that lesson until someone dies. But, it's...

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What You Water Grows: A Guide to the Best Plant Shops in NYC + Tips

I think about motherhood alot more than I'd like to admit. Just the thought of the amount of responsibility that comes with taking care of another person (even myself) can be overwhelming at times. Somewhere between being stressed and making impulse purchases in the name of "self-care," over the last couple of years I have become somewhat of a plant mom. It was my first test at being responsible for...

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Sun Out, Skin Out!: A Breakdown to the Best (Clear) Sunscreens For Deep Tones

First things first, this post is long overdue! From skincare routines to answering emails and even texting people back (Sorry!), I haven't always been the most consistent. But, one thing I have been consistent with is my use of sunscreen! After my first trip to the dermatologist last year, which resulted in my first skin scare (yes, black people can get sun damage), I've been applying SPF religiously. The only...

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Homecoming

What happens to the writer who doesn’t write? The girl, with the words, who suddenly has none? The girl whose pen has suddenly ran out of ink? I write this in the notes section of my phone as the blank page of my WordPress taunts me. It asks "Where I’ve been, where my secrets and stories are?" The answer is simple: they’re stuck.  They've been stuck in the dark corners...

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Eating by the Borough: A Real Guide to Good Eats in the City

NYC Restaurant Week takes place twice a year. And twice a year, I am disappointed with the list. Somewhere between the bougie restaurant picks —that require a dress code and a deep wallet— and the lack of meal options on the menus (I just so happen to be allergic to every millennial food trend under the sun from avocado toasts to coconut infused anything), I'm left playing Russian Roulette with...

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“Who the Fuck Am I?” A Word on Self Doubt

This blog—which has become an intro to what might as well be my future best selling novel— has turned three today. Three years of words, ideas, heartbreaks, and energy all compiled onto this thing called the internet. But instead of celebrating, I'm overwhelmed. Nowadays, I'm not even sure if I am even a writer. I grapple with the idea of if this is what I even want to do anymore....

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