by Tasha Fierce | Aug 4, 2019 | capitalism, disability, magical depressive realism, musings of a black femme, racism & white supremacy, talkin' greasy, writing on writing
Society—other people, systems, institutions, culture—has so much more power over our lives than the average person gives it credit for. Acknowledging its outsized influence is devastating at first, incompatible as it is with a vision of the individual as master of...
by Tasha Fierce | Jun 22, 2019 | magical depressive realism, musings of a black femme, poetry
everything from then on out was going through the motions. everything from going to work every day to saving for the future to breathing was a charade performed as defense against the inevitable a tired eye closed to the light of the oncoming train a battered heart...
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 | 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...
by Tasha Fierce | Aug 31, 2018 | bodies and fatness, magical depressive realism, my kind of crazy
[CW: suicide, r*pe, internalized fatmisia] I come to this page with absolutely no idea how to say what I want to say. But I’m here, and I’m gonna try. First: let me stop assuming that everyone who comes across my work is familiar with my backstory....
by Tasha Fierce | Apr 23, 2018 | magical depressive realism, my kind of crazy
I made a decision recently to extricate myself from a couple projects that I took on while I was on an upswing, and no longer have the energy to be a part of. When I did this, I knew I was doing what was necessary given my recent struggles. Still, I’ve been...
