Kiarra is from here, there, everywhere. Technically speaking, home is Philly for now. She's currently suffering from an incurable case of wanderlust and carrying on an affair with 90s R&B. Future sex therapist, documenting her journey of growth here @xoNecole and photographically via Insta @KeeLiimePi (pronounced Key Lime Pie). You'll definitely want to hit follow because it's a journey worth ... following.
Having a desire to date and having the ability to do so (successfully), are two entirely different things. At least, this is what I'm finding for myself and the ton of baggage that comes with my desire to date.
Being "feminist as fuck" means something different to everyone, or at least those who identify as feminist. Personally, it has come to mean changing the game for women of color and how they view their sexuality, helping us move towards more liberated versions of our bad ass selves.
Recently, I had a friend suggest that I suffered from post traumatic stress disorder (PTSD) due to previous friendships. And that statement hit me like a ton of bricks, but only because it evoked deep thoughts as I realized this was certainly a possibility.
Although I can't recall the exact content of sex education back in middle school or the more recent events of high school, I do recall that we did discuss sexually transmitted diseases in depth. Logically so, given that they're viewed as the medieval key hoped to keep chastity on lock.
Black love looks good on all of us. We wear it well, our many variations of brown and black skin welcomes the glow. The sad reality is that we don't see it as often as we'd like to in our day-to-day lives, and we certainly don't get enough of the good stuff represented in the media -- especially in the age of reality TV where the limits of black love are tested for a little more airtime.