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both force and part of nature,
aspiring love warrior,
high priestess of crazy.
inhabiting the vanishing point;
Tasha Fierce is a queer Black feminist writer and student of sociology at UCLA. She was born and raised in the occupied Tongva territory known as Los Angeles. Her work has appeared in White Riot: Punk Rock and the Politics of Race and Hot & Heavy: Fierce Fat Girls on Life, Love, and Fashion, as well as Bitch Magazine, EBONY.com, Jezebel, Bitch Planet and other publications.
My legal name is not Tasha Fierce. I have a different last name according to the government. But I’ve been writing under this pseudonymous surname for the past seven years, and it has become me. It’s not my daddy’s name, not my (ex) husband’s name. My name.
I’ve long since stopped caring about legality.
My name is Tasha Fierce.
– 38 years of age
– Black (mixed, and I only mention this because of the privilege aspect, not because I at all care to make my Blackness more palatable)
– a queer nonbinary femme
– currently in a long term heterosexual relationship
– a Black feminist [which for biographical purposes means I firmly believe in challenging white supremacist imperialist capitalist patriarchy and dismantling matrices of oppression, all while practicing love, compassion, and transformative justice principles]
– an anarcho-communist/I believe the best we can hope for is decentralized, non-hierarchical, and collectivist administration
– a generally witchy being. Lately I’m starting to get into practicing Hoodoo and learning about African mysticism
– an Aries sun, with a Taurus ascendant and moon in Leo
– an INTP, if you dig the Myers-Briggs personality sorting thing
– a vegetarian/vegan for the most part, but being broke you can’t always be picky
– a crazy person
– a sometimes-mobility-impaired person
– a person with chronic pain
I have no children. I also have no fallopian tubes, by choice.
Instead of having children, I take care of animals and plants. The main animal in my life is Rob, who is an elementary school teacher, martial arts aficionado, and
the compost that nourishes my psychic garden my partner. We take care of a fluffy orange tabby named Zuri, along with whatever animals decide to take refuge in our yard. All of us live, love, and dream together in the occupied Tongva/Gabrieliño territory known as Los Angeles.
As of June, 2017, I completed an A.A. in Social and Behavioral Sciences and an A.A. in Humanities at Pasadena City College. I’m currently working on my bachelor’s in sociology at UCLA. This is a milestone for me because my educational plans were majorly derailed by a childhood sexual assault and consequent period of active mental disorder that lasted for over 20 years.
Things I love: art, revolutionary thought, afrofuturism, amateur philosophy, gardening, making stuff, the ocean, ritual, singing, reading, writing, math, magic, science, spirituality, compassion, learning, growing, loving, laughing
Things I dislike: bigotry, racism, sexism, transmisia, homomisia, colorism, fatmisia, ableism, narrow-mindedness, insecurity, scarcity complexes, stagnation
You can contact me using this form, but be forewarned I am a little slow at answering email while I’m in school. You can also check out my sporadic tweets at @MissTashaFierce, or my garden pics on Instagram.
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I used to refer to this whole site as my blog. But it’s evolved into more than just that, and I’m hoping that eventually the blog is the last thing people are looking for when they come to this place. To speed that along, I decided to change the site’s structure to shift attention away from the blog section and towards my other writing. I also archived most of the posts pre-2016, so they don’t appear in the main blog listing.
I want to focus more on fiction and poetry and less on essays, but I’ll still update with musings whenever I want, and I will still call the place where I put those musings my blog. But to my mind, the blog that once was is now dead. Long live the new.
Here’s some backstory on the various incarnations the blog went through before it finally became just another part of the site.
Not trying to brag here, but I’ve been writing since I was 2 years old and there’s been writing of mine on the Internet since 1997. However. Starting the ancestor of the blog that now lives at
tashafierce.com/blog, Red Vinyl Shoes, did actually herald a new era in my writing life. It planted the seed in my mind that writing was something that people got paid to do.
Despite my long time BFF status with the written word, I felt myself drift away from writing a couple years after I started the blog. I stopped writing longhand because I habitually hold my hand funny and it cramps, and I stopped writing online because I felt like what I wanted to write about was off-brand. (Note from the future: I guess I worked that cramp out and through my soul, because I can write for extended periods of time longhand now, and I do. That pen flies across the paper.) Writers and blogs are supposed to have a brand, and your writing serves to sell that brand, right? And so because I didn’t feel the same writerly passion for topics that were on-brand, I just didn’t write at all. My increasing restlessness with the demands of “branding” (and matching that brand to an identity that was in flux) was reflected in my perpetual domain shifting over the course of the blog’s lifespan. It started out as Red Vinyl Shoes, then became Sex and the Fat Girl, Tastefully Ratchet, and Garden Variety Revolution. Finally, I decided to stop trying to come up with a cute moniker because my fickle ass gets tired of names way too easily, and I just put my name up there.
Since my intentions for my writing have changed over the past eight years, there’s a lot of disparate content in the archive. There are articles from 7 years ago when I was a 29 year old wannabe fashionista who thought she wanted to focus on plus-size fashion blogging, and pretty much all of the writing on sex and dating and fat was penned in the period after I separated from my ex and I was trying to date again (after almost 10 years of marriage). Suffice it to say that some of my views on that stuff have changed, so be aware.