a few thoughts on images of: black femme anger

on Crystal LaBeija, Waiting to Exhale, The Bear, Grace Jones, and expressing rage

For the past month I’ve been considering how to better access my rage, and how to express it. To admit that I have rage within me at all feels like a big step: for a long time it seemed easier to pretend that I wasn’t angry because to acknowledge anger means to do something about it, and to do something about one’s own anger, can be terrifying. I don’t …