sanctuary
love. loss. growth. and the art of becoming.
celibacy was a radical destination in my healing journey— but far from the last stop — kristen jeré
three years later, i’m glad that i’ve been able to experience romantic relationships where i can be vulnerable and heal with partners. it’s not perfect, and after experiencing something as deeply traumatic and personal as rape, i realize that it’s never going to be.
a radical proclamation: you are indeed, worthy — kamil arrington
historically, those who identify as both black and a woman have had to carry not only their burdens, but the burden of those around them. the burden of being viewed as less significant although the world itself was birthed from our womb. the burden of being torn from our own homes in exchange for a place that’s both unfamiliar and dangerous.
acknowledging your body as a home for love — mariah hicks
i know that i can never be too much woman or hold too much trauma that marks me undeserving of the wholeness of love. i know that the duality between my darkness and my light is special, that both my evenings and my mornings make me who i am. and that is a beautiful, glorious, and wondrous woman.
hurting. honing. and healing through relationship PTSD — doriana diaz
i neglect to rely on those who cannot assure me they are capable of staying, which in turn restricts me from expressing vulnerability with passers-by. i learned not long ago that i have been existing like this for the entirety of my life, simply to prevent myself from grieving another lost love.
realigning through pleasure, masturbation and self-exploration with jimanekia eborn — interview by brianne patrice
i didn’t think about it then but its been circling my mind how so many events have compromised my relationship to myself, my mind and my body. how growing up in a christian household prepared me for marriage before it prepared me for womanhood. how sexual violence contributed to me objectifying myself adding to my hyper-sexuality and this need to attach my confidence, my worth and my value to the number of men who wanted me instead of learning and knowing what it meant to love and want myself.