I’ve been known to throw vulgarities around at people with whom I found myself engaged in conflict (a.k.a: I get wasted and talk sh*t to peeps). On occasions such as these the mind struggles to be creative. One of my favorite insults is calling a White girl (insert slurred words): “You stupid, White, stringy haired bit*ch”. My best friend Rachel loves it when I start throwing that one around. ... My reason for providing this vulgarity service, since people often need one, is because it makes no sense. It allows the listener to pause in their routine-- to glance up from their dizzying ticket writing boredom and entices him/her to experience an “instant awakening”. The Nazi Asian police officer might have to consider what could have possibly caused this fairly normal looking Black lady to “get it so wrong” when she launched her assault. There are so many good, valid, logical ways to insult someone of every race, gender, identity…. And it never fails to befuddle a listener when you illogical insult them. Since I emerged from the womb I have consciously and consistently been a troublemaker. Many people lack the brilliance of accepting that every strong belief that shapes the “me” and the “my life story” are limitations and lies. I am ALL that exist in the world, so to believe in the insults of any of them would only indicate that I don’t know that yet. (But that’s some existential sh*t, so let me slow my roll). There is nothing wrong with being a Black woman who has just lost a Black man to a White woman and saying “Now he’s with that White B*tch”. Just like there is nothing wrong with pointing out after your younger husband who you wrote a book about and it turned into a very popular movie “that gay motherf*cker played me like a fool” when you find out that he's in fact, gay. There is nothing wrong with being gay and there is nothing wrong with being White. I’m repulsed by hypocrisy and “controlled speech”. I would rather say what’s rolling around in my head, “right” or “wrong”. I’d rather YOU, do the same. The concepts exist in the world, not just in some people. There is something wrong with pretending that none of it matters at all. We are not living politically correct sound bites 24/7. My dad is White. I grew up in White neighborhoods, blah blah blah… I’m not a racist. If I’m feeling something and I notice something and I notice the gender or race of the person I might say something about it. If I make broad and ridiculous statements about entire groups of people, if I criticize someone for aspects that are not fully encompassing our respectful to there true self, which is a divine being, a child of God, a vessel of love and light….. Perhaps I’m just being a human being. Perhaps I’m being funny? Perhaps I’m having an ability to be honest about the realities we live in, how I process them and what my reaction is. At the end of all of that, so what? Some times a White Stringy Haired b*tch is a White Stringy Haired b*tch. Sometimes we should stop being afraid to say what we feel. Sometimes people call you something that hurts.