Monthly Archives: November 2014

Internet Famous! Again!

Please head over to Graveyard Shift Sisters and read my piece on watching Friday the 13th for the first time ever! I know as a horror fan that’s a shame, but I had a good reason, I promise!

I may even turn this into a regular feature, as there are plenty of “classics” out there that I’ve never seen.

I blame my parents.

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BPAL Scent update!

I wore Hallow-e’en 1914 today at work. At first the dirt and cypress were really strong, almost strong enough to give me a slight headache. But as the scent dried and the day wore on, the sweetness from the honeyed fig came through and really mellowed out the other scents. I think this one can become a new favorite as long as I can power through the initial smell.

And the stars never rise but I see the bright eyes Of the beautiful Annabel Lee

My current Black Phoenix Alchemy Lab haul:

I ordered Hallow-e’en 1914 partially on the poem and partially of the scent notes. The Lab describes it as “an incense of dried ivy and maple leaf with honeyed fig, black cypress, and grave dirt.” The two biggest scents right out of the bottle are the black cypress and the dirt. I can’t wait to wear it and I hope the maple leaf and ivy come out more once it dries on my skin.

The extras (one of the best things I like about ordering from BPAL is they’ll usually throw in some extra scents in imp form.):

Queen–no scent notes on this one, although this one is from the conjure bag. Floral and spicy on first smell, this one should be interesting to wear.

Penitence: scent notes “pure, pious frankincense and graceful myrrh.” Exactly as it says. I actually love the smell of frankincense and myrrh, so this one might get a lot of wear.

Rakshasa: scent notes “sandalwood with rose and patchouli.” The sandalwood is rather strong on first smell, with the rose coming in a close second. This one should be fun to wear.

Dragon’s Milk: scent notes “Dragon’s blood resin and honeyed vanilla.” What is dragon’s blood resin? I have no idea! The vanilla isn’t super strong in this one so this’ll be another scent that should be interesting when it dries.

Love goes on and on…

There is laughter in my house again. There is also love, although love was always there just buried underneath the mound of shit a couple goes through when there is unemployment. There is a light in my husband’s eyes I haven’t seen in over a year.

There is love and I am happy.

It’s a lot like Coachella.

Nothing of substance today, so here’s a picture of my awesome Vincent Price shirt:

Hot damn

Hot damn

NaBloPoMo November 2014

I’m inviting you to the pants party

My husband is home!

NaBloPoMo November 2014

“My people will have pain and degradation. Your people will have stick shifts.”

I am going to say this upfront: I am a black woman and I have depression. I am in therapy and I am on medication, but I have depression. It’s not something that I’m ashamed about. I freely talk about it; my depression, my postpartum, my mental health are all a part of me and I see no reason to hide it. I understand why some people do. You never know who around you has it or who around you is having a tough time, which is why people should speak with care when talking about mental health.

I do not work with people who speak with care.

Co-worker 1 (who is black) this morning mentioned something about Wayne Brady opening up about his depression. I said I thought it was very brave of him to admit something like that publicly. Co-worker 2 (who is a white dude) loudly stated that he wasn’t brave for that at all. I tried to explain that of course it was brave, that there is a stigma in the black community about mental health issues, especially depression.

Co-worker 2 White Opinioned his way over everything I was saying.

I explained to Co-worker 1 (Co-worker 2 who, after asking Co-worker 3 if there was such a stigma in the black community–Co-worker 3 is Filipino, ignored my explanations and continued about his day. Which he should have done in the first fucking place) that I had depression and I admired what Wayne Brady did. She agreed with me in the end and I felt I wasn’t losing my mind. But now at home, typing this up and thinking about it again, this is how I feel:

Some days I think Wednesday has the right idea.