Ngl I truly love invading white spaces since moving to
Minnesota I am often the only black person where I go and then to also be dark skinned and also be big it’s very important to me to take up space among them. I love not smiling back when they give me that fake ass nervous half smile. I love meeting their eyes dead on when they’re staring at me and thinking I won’t look back. I love refusing to fucking move out the way when we’re walking towards each other. I love squaring my shoulders and taking up space and refusing to contort my face and body into expressions of submission or compliance or even friendliness. I love changing the energy in the room and refusing to budge unless they say excuse me. I love breaking into a puddle of love and happiness when I speak to fellow black people and compliment black women on their hair or lashes and then stoning up when interacting with white women. I love treating them how they treat me: as different, as the other, as the problem. It brings me great comfort and joy to be unapologetic in their spaces.
