The Day I Became an Angry Black Woman

I never thought I, Grace Biskie could have a “vulnerability hangover” but I did.  And I had it in a major way: snotty tears, anxiety shakes, desires to disappear from the interwebs.  I responded so strongly, it made me wonder if I have what it takes to write the book I’d like to write and consequently cower in fear over my deeply personal & vulnerable essay coming out in a book this Fall(!?!?)  I missed several posts & deadlines and even temporarily disappeared from Twitter.  Y’all it was deep!

And, you can probably surmise, it was about race, culture, white people & all the things that can often set off so many triggers in me I can hardly live in my own skin.  I’m writing a bit about the “why” of this crazy experience over at A Deeper Story.

Here’s a brief snippet:

Last week I wrote a post about why I respectfully decline Feminism.

While the post was in draft, a fellow ADS blogger sent me a private message of caution about speaking out against Feminism.  Those who have done so have come under heavy scrutiny.  I was extremely thankful for her thoughtful warning.

Because of this, I went back to the post to make several edits.  I hoped to bring enough clarity to facilitate an honest discussion of a fairly complex issue.  Not only is Feminism itself hard to articulate or encapsulate without my heaping on racial issues, justice issues and that small matter of abortion.  I took on a lot in the post, primarily because my understanding of Feminism is that complex and my relationship to it as heavy as my sordid relationships with whites have been in my short life.

Honestly, I had no idea the crap storm that post would produce in my soul.  I’ve barely been able to write -or even tweet- since it posted.

Here’s what happened…

You can read the rest of this post over at A Deeper Story.