Posts from Tasteful Rude

As I settle into my pregnancy, I fantasize about the human I’m going to bring into the world. I picture a girl. Beautiful. Black. Freckled like her father. Myopic like me. Some nights, I think I hear her calling me mama and telling me that she loves me. I also fantasize about my daughter asking a phrase etched into the genetic code of Black women everywhere: How much hair is left?

Myriam Gurba writes about her cousin Desiree, female gangsters, cholas, Mexican bad asses with big hair, and the criminalization of survivors. Part one of three.

When I hear the conflicts that arise between my uncle and his wife, I circle back to his singular pursuit of having power over everyone and anyone. I listen as daily conversations drift into discussing how his failing body increases his dependence on others.

One of the most exciting and stimulating examples of cross-genre amplification...exhilarating.

Who deserves to feel the pain of anti-Asian violence? Who deserves to take up space with their rage? As a mixed-race person, am I allowed to be here? Do I belong?

Ever wondered what it's like to work for a sex toy company where abuse in business meetings is presented as consensual bdsm, and the meaning of consent is up to the men in charge?

Gathering around a lazy Susan while sharing bites of squirrel fish was a way to bond with my extended family, the food smoothing over any language barriers between us.

The adult things that we covet shape the adults we become.

Revisiting the S&M classic Leash 20 years later.

The failure of Texas goes beyond wifi. It is a failure of ethos.

The antidote to neoliberal gayness is unapologetically queer, Black and gender-defiant.

There is an entire department that provides employers cover for the harm they do to employees: human resources.

Most girls are hurt by ordinary men, mundane fuckers who often seem very 'nice' during their public-facing interactions.