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.
Tall, like at least six feet. Attractive. Doesn't have to be college educated but he's got to be ambitious...and intelligent. Not too clingy, but present. Meh, I don't do locs. No locs. In fact, no hair. Just a clean fade.
There are two types of discussions about HIV that take place in the gen-pop of Black communities. One, how Magic Johnson holds the cure or about the type of person who contracts this virus. Two is the rhetoric that this is a disease one contracts when dealing with a gay man or when gay. Neither dialogues are helpful in educating communities on HIV.
Many of us facetiously claim we're not far from making that move to the pole when we're down and out and when the funds aren't looking right. I've been one of those people, only except I've been deadass. And if I could dance or could find a club that would take me as I am (raw rhythmless talent), I would have no qualms about twerking my student loans off.
I remember what it was like wanting new sex toys but looking at the price tag and then looking to God and asking, "b*tch where?", as in where is that money about to come from? So I try not to gawk at people awkwardly with my crazy eyes when they exclaim how $60 is too much for a sex toy, especially as I learned that people very seldom prioritize their sexual health.
Music has hyped the cowgirl forever and it's with good reason. In fact, had "Look Back At It" been released neoooow, Trina would've had people everywhere recording themselves for the 'gram trying to spin around and keep the d*ck inside. See the vision? #DaBaddestChallenge.