BLACK HONEY COLLECTIVE

He comes to me quietly, in the day to day nonchalance, until suddenly, I notice that his eyes are blue.

I know that I shouldn’t keep noticing how they follow me as I move, but I like the attention. I’ve always liked attention. And then I begin to notice more, like how his goofy smile is magnetic, like how he always smells like fresh soap, like how he’s genuine and open-hearted. 
I have to hold him at an arm’s length even though...

this has been the question of my lifetime, but also what i've been most reluctant to talk about.  it's very shame based for me.  i've learned that when i have a feeling like that, i'm probably not as alone as i think.  so i'm putting it out there.

who am i supposed to date? 

i understand that the question in itself is flawed.  i can date whoever i want, and i have.  but there's this extra element for me as a biracial w...

This blog is a part of our #MixedLove series.

It’s not often that I have to put my big girl panties on with the guys I hook up with. Usually, things fizzle out or we ghost on one another. But there was one time I had to be a big girl, own my feelings and make a promise to myself.

Just so you know, every time I get a new fuck buddy, I always make them promise this: “if we’re going to do this then we need to be honest and tell eac...