I had no idea I was a novelist.
Antarctica from space
(i’m a knife. knifin’ around. cut cut cut cut cut cut cut.)
Wendell is hands down the greatest homeless fashion designer who ever lived. He makes almost all his clothes from things he finds. I hadn’t seen him in awhile, so I was quite thrilled to walk up on him Tuesday, doing this to a Gandhi statue.
"I’ve got a whole stack of books in my cart. Most of them are advance copies. I know a place where they get thrown out."
“How many books have you read?”
“So why are you homeless?”
“I’ve tried to work a job a bunch of times. But then I get sad, and then I get high, and things fall apart.”
FREE FIGURE'S CONSENT RALLY!
Black women are not animals. We are not exhibits. Our bodies do not exist for your entertainment or your curiosity. Our bodies are worthy of autonomy and respect. Our hair is NEVER yours to touch, defile, question, gaze upon, or eroticize.