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I just want to tell you I love you. Image: Thinkstock.

A Lifelong Love Letter To My Ever-Protruding Belly

You’ve been with me since birth, Belly. Back then, everyone thought you were the cutest thing ever. Now, I’m not positive, but I’m pretty sure my folks used to kiss you and blow raspberries on you the way I now do with my 2-year-old son.

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Stand with us. Period.

Black Women Still Have Lips — And An Army

Remember how I told you about the nasty little trolligans (trolls + hooligans = trolligans) that felt the need to show their racist behinds in response to a picture of Aamito Stacie Lagum, a Black model, modeling MAC’s new lipstick? And I slightly hinted at the Instagram clapback on the MAC photo feed. Well, what I didn’t tell you is that there’s an Instagram clapback, and then there’s a BLACK Instagram clapback. The two are worlds apart, and baby I promise you, you have seen nothing until you’ve seen a Black Insta-clapback.

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With glowing faces, damp with perspiration, we discussed our orgasms. Everyone was satiated, physically and spiritually.

Deep Inside A Bodysex Workshop With Betty Dodson

How many times did I climax that afternoon? Somewhere between eight and infinity.

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With glowing faces, damp with perspiration, we discussed our orgasms. Everyone was satiated, physically and spiritually.

Deep Inside A Bodysex Workshop With Betty Dodson

How many times did I climax that afternoon? Somewhere between eight and infinity.

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