pocket option philippines So, it has been a long time since I’ve treated my readers to a glimpse inside my head. I’ve been busy, y’all, but my busy-ness has been put to good use.
First, I’m the new Relationships and Mental Illness blogger on HealthyPlace. Check it out every Thursday for brief pearls of wisdom from yours truly, plus a few videos if you want to see what I look like. Having to post every week for them (and getting paid for it, thank you very much) has taken up a bit of my writing time and writing brain, but it’s for the grand cause of helping increase awareness and decrease stigma around mental illness. I’m incredibly honored that they asked me to participate, so go on over there and have a look around. Continue reading Dating While Bipolar: What I’ve Learned While Waiting for Love
I’m feeling some kind of way.
All up in my feelings.
One of the characters from Golden Girls called it “magenta”.
pocket option trading What is this feeling? The short answer is jealousy. The long answer is like a Facebook relationship status: its complicated. Continue reading The Friend Boy Chronicles: Wallowing in freakish misery
Yesterday, Amy Winehouse died. Her death was probably drug related since the singer suffered a long-term addiction to various substances – heroin, crack/cocaine, crystal meth and alcohol if I remember correctly. But I’m too sad to Google it. Not because I knew Amy and feel the grief of a lost loved one. Rather, I’m sad about how our society views addiction and, similarly, mental illness. Continue reading Addiction, mental illness and disrespect in American culture
That’s it, folks, I’m quitting the Internet. Not for social media or interracial porn, but for dating.
pocket option Yes, I’ve said before that dating websites have given me all manner of losers along the spectra of social competency and appropriateness. However, on of my subscriptions auto-renewed before I could cancel it, so I decided to use the extra months to edit my profile and take some social chances. Hell, I’d paid for it, right?
Wrong. If someone ever uses the phrase “social chances” within earshot, scream and run. If you even think it at some desperate point in your existence, stick a sharp pencil into your ear in an attempt to scrub your brain of ill-fated ideas. Trust me, I know. Continue reading Dating While Bipolar: Internet dating is for lunatics
A few weeks ago my roommate and I were watching one of those Kardashian shows on E! (don’t judge us!). We got to talking about how pretty women just get stuff because of how they look, and how it must be for Kim K. getting dick thrown at her all day, every day. You’ve seen her, you know what I mean. During this conversation with the roomie, I admitted that while I in no way approach the pulchritude of the Kardashian ass, I do get hit on at least once a day and it gets old, doesn’t she know what I’m talking about. Apparently, she doesn’t.
Me: (incredulously) You mean, you don’t get a “hey beautiful” or a lip smack from the guys walking down Lenox Avenue?
Roomie: (flatly) No
Well, I’ll be. Because brothas are ALWAYS trynna holla, and that’s one of the coolest things about being a Black woman. Continue reading Perqs of being a black woman: Why Psychology Today can suck it