I want to do everything from and with love – for myself + for my loved ones. and for their loved ones… until it reaches the darkest corners of the world.
I’ve been pretending. // My skin color has always made me feel like The Other. // Am I evil? I wonder, turning my hands over. I look at my pigment, examine the green veins below the skin. Café con leche, you can say. Coffee with milk. Or yellow? Like the kids say these days. My skin… Continue reading On Being Someone Else