by Tasha Fierce | Apr 4, 2019 | disability, magical depressive realism, my kind of crazy
[In the first installment of this series, I talked about my politics in general and how the connections between systems of oppression and my personal experience have become incredibly salient to me. Here I want to talk about how that awakening impacted my attitude...
by Tasha Fierce | Mar 6, 2019 | musings of a black femme
It’s been pretty somber in the Fierce household this fall and winter. I would say I’m approaching burnout, but I know that boundary was crossed long ago. I’m fueled by sunk-cost fallacy at this point. I don’t want to be in school anymore,...
by Tasha Fierce | Dec 19, 2018 | disability, my kind of crazy, talkin' greasy
CW: mental illness, suicide This week Kanye West and Chance the Rapper’s manager and some other folks decided to share a few thoughts on mental illness and medications that were less than ringing endorsements of the latter. In the midst of a Twitter rant against...
by Tasha Fierce | Dec 3, 2018 | black horror series, fiction
“Goodnight, Jennifer.” Mother stands in the bedroom doorway, made ghostly in the waxing crescent moonlight, her shadow further darkening the dim hall behind her. “Goodnight, Mother,” Amara says from bed, turning away from the door as Mother shuts it behind her. Amara...
by Tasha Fierce | Nov 29, 2018 | feminism, magical depressive realism, media analysis
I don’t remember the first time I was raped, but I know it happened. I don’t recall when the memory was lost. I can’t answer #WhyIDidntReport. I do recall remembering exactly what happened, in re-traumatizingly clear detail, two years later: in the...
