Author: vulvasticsideeye

If Trisha Paytas and Brittney Spears had a child, it would be me. Welcome to my realm of word vomit, drama, questionable statements, and just a glimpse of who I am. Intersectionality is my passion #Iknowfromexperience #Ihaverightstospeakaboutthis. Growing up and witnessing different definitions of feminism mine comes from a background of “women should stay in the kitchen”. However, vulvasticsideeye comes into play and I don’t stand for that. When you read my blog, I hope it can inspire you to be your authentic self! Get comfy and stay a while. It gets pretty chaotic around here, I hope you can keep up(;

Ally or a lie?

Let’s be super for real right now, you thought you ate by reposting that black square for black lives matter? Y’all cracked me up with that. Or when celebrities get cancelled for their views? But you don’t even know the topic, you just look over the articles or ear hustling from other people. How can […]

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Live, Laugh, Lamictal

I always knew I was a little off in the rocker growing up, but I thought that was normal. Navigating my way through middle and high school was hard enough to deal with but adding to that struggle top of my family problems was the straw that broke the camel’s back. I always brought my […]

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shear delight

I always hated sitting in between my mother’s legs on a plastic stool with soaking wet hair that dripped down my back. If you were to ask my mom what it was like doing my hair as a child she’d probably tell you I sounded like a lamb to the slaughter, she’s so dramatic (she […]

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“What Are You Mixed With?”

“You’re such a white girl.”, “you have really pretty hair for a black girl!”, “you don’t look mixed.”  These are just some of my favorites I’ve heard growing up as a biracial woman. Growing up biracial I had two identities, my black side, and my Asian side. My school district was predominantly white, but I was fortunate to have a diverse friendgroup, but I always stuck out like a sore thumb. When I hung out […]

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