The Birth Control Pill Is Killing Women, But No One’s Warning Them Of The Risk

"May 7, 2015 (STOPP.org) -- The young newlywed put herself at risk for collapse, stroke, heart attack, and death every day when she popped her birth control pill. Tragically, she had no idea there was any danger. Even medical personnel thought her symptoms were no big deal, and on more than one occasion chalked her symptoms up … Continue reading The Birth Control Pill Is Killing Women, But No One’s Warning Them Of The Risk

OMG!!!

There are things that happen to us that are truly epic. Those incredulous moments where vulgarity or other (in)appropriate expletives would simply not suffice. Those circumstances that once shared with a second party would replicate that "oh my God!!!" exclamation. Yes I am aware that a few of us prefer the four letter exclamations... I'm … Continue reading OMG!!!

10(-ish) Things 10 Women Wish Men Knew About Sex

Okay! First off, I confess that I am way out of my depth on this one. For once though, I got the feeling that there were real feelings communicated to me. Leads me to believe that men have fallen short of several 'glories' severally. The blatant honesty I got off my polls led me to … Continue reading 10(-ish) Things 10 Women Wish Men Knew About Sex

Baltimore.

I feel your pain. I am black and grew up in Africa. Physical discipline was often high-handed and meted out in surplus.
Like you, I turned out okay… Well, mostly depending on who you ask.
Keep your head up!

yesivebeenthere2

I’m not black, and I’ve never been persecuted for my skin color. But. I know what it’s like to endure years of unrelenting abuse at the hands of power.

If you’ve never experienced it, if your mind can’t grasp the scale, then maybe this personal story will help you understand.

My mother beat the shit out of me from 3 to 13. CRUNCH! There’s no suitable onomatopoeia for the sound of an adult’s hand belting a child across the face. There’s no word that describes what it’s like to feel your cartilage ring. She’d backhand me across the face for nothing, out of nowhere. She’d beat me with whatever was handy — spoon, belt, hand — and she’d always scream at me that it was my fault. I made her do it. There was always a reason, always a transgression. “You’re only hurting yourself!” CRACK!

By the time I was…

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