An Open Letter to Jonah Byrde

*SPOILERS AHEAD* *SPOILERS AHEAD* *SPOILERS AHEAD* Dear Jonah Byrde, First off, I’m proud of the young man you are becoming. You are a money laundering child prodigy, and you will no doubt turn millions, if not billions of dirty money into clean money during the span of your career. That is, unless I am granted access by Netflix to walk through the TV and give you these mf hands. If that happens, then, well, your career maybe short lived. Allow me to explain. Jonah, I am in the process of…

It’s Been One Whole Year Since the Great Trailer Park Conflict of 2021

Not a day goes by where I don’t think about what happened on January 6, 2021. Ok, I’m lying. Days, maybe even months, go by that I don’t even think about what happened. Usually, I tuck this day away in my “Caucasian on Caucasian Violence” folder in my file cabinet. It’s right next to my “CDC says: Fuck if I know” folder. But when I do think about it, I think about a myriad of things. I think about the toxic emissions of Waffle House Employee Meth that resonated into…

Texas our Texas, Always At The Forefront Of Some Mess By K. Amara

  What can I say? There’s always one and soon others will follow suit. Texas is and has been on a MF roll and is definitely with the sh*ts! From voting rights to continuing to police a woman’s uterus, Texas clearly wants ALL the smoke. I mean legit, when Southlake has an entire specialty podcast dedicated to the shenanigous racist behavior going down in their town, you know its Michael Jackson “Bad.” Over the last month or so, our good guvna’ has implemented several pieces of legislation that really has gotten…

Let Me Take Off My Bra By Kat March

Classically we as women are sworn into modesty from birth. We are sworn into our mothers’ traumas and our fathers’ regrets. No family dynamic is good enough for you to grow into your own and without mistakes. Dress like this, walk like this, talk like this and of course, never be unlady like. Red lipstick was made for whores. At least that’s what they use to say. If you wore it, it was an invitation for much more than a few drinks and a little conversation. Skirts above the knees just holler coming…