“I know I been bald but I just wanted to remind y’all I’m still that bitch.”

I’ve been thinking lots about my body. it’s strange to watch yourself change so quickly.

February is the shortest month, but the days seem like they are taking very long.

I thought pregnancy would give me very strong & binary feelings about “womanhood” but truly it has leveled my perception of gender entirely.

I have done my own makeup for concerts, red carpets, magazine covers, and music videos alike for a long time. it is one of my greatest loves, but I have always stood firm in the belief that makeup is about feeling cool, not looking perfect.

Step 1 of becoming a mom is leaving that awkward amount of space where I just stare at the beginning of selfie videos.

Me in 2019: “I’m tired and angry, but somebody should be.” Me in 2021: “I’m tired.”

Your willingness to take action on a single day of voting will birth results that effect generations to come.

Nothing will ever be the same.

They always tell us, “Oh no! Don’t turn into your mother.” They never tell you how awesome it is when you finally do.

That old bald cheater, Time.

Eunuchs do not take the gout, nor become bald.

What am I supposed to do if I go bald? Get a wig? Fat, goofy, gay, wig.

I was an only child. I lost both my parents. By the time I was twenty I was bald. I’m homosexual.

Who lets slip fortune, her shall never find: Occasion once past by, is bald behind.

Why do I not kiss you, Philaenis? you are bald. Why do I not kiss you, Philaenis? you are carrotty. Why do I not kiss you, Philaenis? you are one-eyed. He who kisses you, Philaenis, sins against nature.

Bald as the bare mountain tops are bald, with a baldness full of grandeur.

I dragged my pain into the darkness, I carried it into the light – No matter where I choose to take it, This pain refuses to subside. I washed my sins off in the ocean, I prayed all my badness away, Whichever God I choose to worship, I cannot make my soul be saved.