Watch Me Cultivate

I am entering a phase of cultivation, symbolized by putting down the clippers for as long as I can. Watch as my hair and I grow.

Saturday, March 17, 2012

My friends are so hot. If that's not love, I don't know what is.

Posted by Mahfam at 6:56 PM

Day 152.

Crishaun/Kreayshawn Sometimes, a juxtaposition jumps up and slaps me in the face and helps me think through some of what I am feeling all ...
Day 53.

All of my history sits right here in this body. Diaspora. Untold unwanted migrations. Plane tickets stuffed into suitcases. Leaving behi...
Day 177.

For the past like, three days, I've been thinking seriously about breaking up with the Bay Area. At one point, there was something that ...
Day 550.

*drops mic* Find me soon at http://mahfaminthemorning.wordpress.com/ Lotsa old posts to read here, in case you want to browse my bra...
Day 546.

A monster lives in the folds of the curtain that is drawn between the real and the imaginary. A monster is more often than not, misunderst...
Day 280.

I've been replaying over and over in my head a story a friend told me recently about their childhood. Someone in their class had done or...
Day 20.

About a week ago, I apparently overloaded our building's washing machine. I was sitting at my desk, probably reading celebrity gossip on...
Day 454.

Today? Oh, am I ever struggling with notions of masculinity and femininity and the in-between and the outside-of. Over the past couple o...
Day 49.

Tonight, I had a difficult conversation. A friend and I have been drifting apart, and the process has been confusing and a little painful. T...
Day 547.

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