who I am today, why I started Brown Girl Lifted & where I hope this project will take us
I AM SITTING IN MY ONE-BEDROOM APARTMENT,
I’ll-let-you-guess-which half-naked, reeling from the day’s events.
Today was one of my rare days off . Working three writing-and-editing-based freelance jobs, two restaurant jobs, and two to three “careers I am building that don’t pay much,” makes for busy days off. I am playing catch-up — planning for a concert, writing jokes, and finally, finally, giving my intersectional feminism blog/zine the attention it deserves.
I am damn awake; my eyes are stuck open by the ever-penetrating glue of stimulant drugs, while a cough hides in my closed throat. Alas, somewhere between my eighth and tenth cup of coffee, I unwittingly eschewed the possibility of ever getting sleep again, ever.
But I am feeling triumphant, because the idea that I’ve had tucked inside my shirt since April is finally growing its digital roots.