I'm taking a class called "Critical Race Feminisms" and we talked about identity last night. I LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE being a Black woman and I couldn't see myself changing it for anything in the world. I honestly can't fathom walking into a machine to make myself a [insert another race/ethnicity/color] woman,lol
Please read "killing rage" by bell hooks and/or "The Color of Privilege" by Aida Hurtado.
