I’m tryna create a space in womanism for a hoe like me, not for clout or accolades, but for me, my sibs, and my play sisters. I like this wave, the Fourth wave. It’s very trans, very transformative, very mutable. Part of me feels like I was made for this time, but I know that’s a Creationist lie. I was simply born at just the right moment, with just the right amount of disdain for authority.
I want discourse for the undesirables, grimy bitches like me who’ve scraped their knees on car floors and still don’t know whether they’ll make rent. Rainbow braids and unicorns and platform heels and tenderfooted prostitutes. For the bad kind of hoe, not the trendy, carefree, sex posi babes.