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Four countries in one week Part. II “No, your basic Spanish won’t help in Portugal”

Welcome to Part. II of “How I survived my impulsive solo adventure(“No, your basic Spanish won’t help in Portugal”) 

This series will detail my personal experiences while traveling solo in the hopes of encouraging my fellow solo travelers! I also want to explain the side effects of making impulsive decisions (when you rush into a trip without planning it right).

So, cheers to more careless mistakes I’ve made that snowballed into the best experience of my life!

Comfort zones are overrated

I really want to encourage people to step out of their comfort zone(s) and experience something or someplace new even if it’s just once…a year.

Even if the adventure doesn’t go exactly how you planned, the trip is still worth a shot; you don’t know what’s out there in the world until you get off your butt and see it for yourself!

Not everything (travel wise) will be perfect but, hey, it’s all about your perspective and you should be determined to take the good with the bad in any “fail” or “bust” as I’ve learned to do!

I’ve met so many people who are satisfied with where they are in life and who feel at ease dwelling in the same city blocks of their hometown.

I’ve always wondered about the people who are OK existing in a world where they’ve only traveled around >10% of it.

As if traveling somewhere new isn’t attainable or is so much of a farfetched idea (maybe this is just out of fear); I’m here to share that this big ole world is yours and it’s time to get out and explore it!

You’ll be surprised how much you’ll learn about yourself when you’re in a brand new place.

American Privilege: Imagine That

Imagine: standing in long customs’ lines, being questioned about your history, whereabouts, and intentions in a country you are trying to enter then receiving the ultimate prize: entry across the border!

Imagine saying “I’m just traveling for fun!” and getting the response “oh, I see you’re on holiday.”

This was only the beginning of my experiences last week and I melted inside at every accent I encountered, every smile, and every frown!

If you’re American, like me, all of this may be a new experience for you, with your American privilege and all…you really don’t get how foreign you are until someone is pissed at you or impatient because you don’t know the language or if you take time to examine each coin before paying for your food.

Lisboa 🇵🇹

Originally my trip to Lisbon was only supposed to be a fourteen hour layover but since I was no longer going to Africa I figured why waste the $50 ticket? Maybe I could still go to Portugal and experience a really cool day trip.

I was determined to see the best of Lisboa (in turn, this was also a bust but a beautiful learning experience nonetheless).

After spending two hours in the customs line and spending the next two getting drenched by the rain and trying to make it to Castelo de Muros just to get there and find everything shut down I was so disappointed and declared it another BUST!

I waited for a bus that never came, I walked up a steep hill-ed street to another bus stop just to find out I needed the bus going in the opposite direction, and it was just a bad experience.

Picture this: you’re wandering around in a country where YOU are the foreigner.

It may seem scary at first but the more you explore the more you see yourself in other people; humanity becomes more than just a word, it becomes a realization.

There are people on the of side of this world living their lives, and they’re so much like you but so different at the same time.

Language Arts

To all of the people (who love to make impulsive decisions as I do), I would first like to say learning everything possible about the places you want travel PRIOR to booking the flights is key. One thing I regret is not taking the time to learn Portuguese.

*Take time to learn the language (No your basic Spanish won’t help in Portugal) and trying to sound out places with your American accent will be frustrating.

“Este Rios” is NOT pronounced how it looks…I found that out the hard way.

PLEASE, I can’t stress enough, even if it’s just the basics, take the time to learn the official language of the places you’re traveling and don’t rely so much on a translator because most times they won’t work as they should…

This was a huge inconvenience for me in Portugal and one of the reasons it was my least favorite stop along my travels. I couldn’t understand anyone and they couldn’t understand me so it made traveling via their public transit system.

I fried my brain trying to decipher these maps but I pride myself in finally figuring them out…my mission was to get to Sinatra to see the Castle of the Moors, I needed to take the 427 bus from my location, get off at “Este Rios” catch a train to Sinatra and I’d be set.

By the time I got there everything was shutdown so I had to turn right back around and head back to my hostel.

The moon was absolutely beautiful at night and I came across this massive church that I admired for a bit.

Hostel Stay (Corujinha Hostel in Portugal)

To be honest the best part of this trip was the view of the moon and my hostel stay.

Being cheap once again, I decided that instead of spending a ton of hotels I would stay in hostels.

Why pay money for hotels that I would hardly spend any time? Also, Air BNB got a bit pricey and all required prepayments!

I did so much research on hostels and read hundreds of reviews (thank you Trip Advisor, Booking.com & Reddit).

I went to college so the idea of sharing a room with a stranger didn’t scare me at all.

I stayed at the Corujinha Hostel in Portugal and I give them ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️ five stars. It was extremely clean, had an awesome common room full of musical instruments and TVs! Very homely compared to so of the other hostels I encountered (I’ll do a separate blog post rating the others so stay tuned).

I’ll see you next time!

I will most likely give myself five years to learn Portuguese and go back five years after that but I WILL go back not let this experience be the only memories I make in Lisbon.

For more on my impulsive solo adventures, and to see what other countries I actually ended up in after this second FAIL, continue on in this series!

I PROMISE IT ISN’T ALL BAD PLANNING & FAILS! IT ONLY GETS BETTER FROM HERE!!!!!!!!

Click here to visit Part III of “Four countries in one week: How I survived my impulsive solo adventures”

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“One Solution: Revolution (System Change Not Climate Change)”

Buckingham Palace’s beauty & the unexpected protest I ran into on my solo adventure in London, England (11.24.18)

I arrived in London, England after an extremely long twelve hour Megabus ride to Toronto Canada, then another seven-hour plane ride courtesy of West Jet.

I was so eager to get out and start doing all of the touristy things I’ve always dreamed of.

The first thing I wanted to do after I checked into the PubLove Hostel, where I would be spending one night, I was off to visiting Buckingham Palace!

I wandered through the city of Westminster, without a working phone or a reliable WiFi connection, just a screenshot of google map directions that revealed Buckingham palace was only a short distance (25-minute walk) from where I would be spending the night.

I passed by Victoria train station, where just an hour before I was dragging my luggage in one hand and a Burger King meal in the other, lost and frustrated trying to find my way to Publove; now luggage free and full, I followed “Buckingham Palace street” (so clever) all the way to one of London’s famous places.

I heard the palace before I saw it!

To my surprise, I was greeted by loud chants, songs, drums, and people waving flags with half painted faces.

At first, I thought to myself “I must have this all wrong this isn’t Buckingham Palace” but…it was, after all, I was on BUCKINGHAM PALACE STREET and after all of the tourist and swift moving locals I dodge on the way there it just better had been.

It’s just…not exactly what I expected, instead of it being a completely magical experience, it was sort of ruined by the large group of people creating a huge ruckus in the name of climate control; but one thing I’ve learned is that in protesting is there are no rules and it has known no bounds.

I had a brief conversation with one of the yellow-jacketed police officers, guarding the gates, just to confirm what I already knew.

I asked if the protest was really happening before my eyes at Buckingham Palace? To his reply was simply “yes it is.”

The friendly officer, with the awesome accent, followed up by explaining that prior to this protest demands for better climate control programs (by the same group) were demonstrated at the Parliament (law making- city council headquarters) but on this particular day “they chose to come here” out of all of the days I thought!

Anyway, for the record, if I were to be caught up in a protest that would have been the one to wonder into…

Nothing compares to America’s protests or more recently the uproar in Paris where locals (with yellow jackets ironically) are literally setting fire to the streets and police are launching canisters of tear gas for crowd control all over fuel prices.

No, this was something different; it was peaceful, people were singing and dancing, and there was clearly a huge mixture of tourist in with the locals (I could tell by all of the selfie-taking).

Typically you wouldnt think a local would yell “CLIMATE CONTROL” but first, let me get this selfie (although today that may not be too far from reality…)…

I missed the changing of the guards but I still caught a glimpse of the guards marching back and forth at the entrance, in uniform, protecting the Palace.

Let’s get into the details!

Buckingham Palace’s physical appearance is GORGEOUS. The Gold trimmed gates, huge fountains and carefully sculpted statues were just amazing; it was like looking at a page from an art history book.

Although this was not what I expected for my first experience at this famous landmark in England it was nothing short of amazing and is unforgettable.

Suppressed Deity & Young Loud Proud’s presents: Sick, Lit & LOUD

“We have been on a journey from the age of 7, creating our own stories and characters. Being underrepresented as young girls of color, we began designing our own worlds where we were able to exist freely. Presently, we are still creating platforms for disenfranchised groups, proclaiming self-acceptance. Our most recent project, Sick & Lit, is an empowering series that pokes holes in the stereotypes surrounding race, sexuality, and socioeconomic status. Please join the movement by sharing & following the link in our bio to donate to our cause.” —Suppressed Deity, LLC.

“Suppressed Deity, LLC” is an organization based in Philly that produces media content for entertainment and educational purposes.

SuppressedDeity is looking to fund their first project: “Sick & Lit” a project based on the struggles of Millennials. (please follow this link to help support their project https://www.gofundme.com/sick-and-lit-series

✨✨Check out the trailer and let me know what you think!!!✨✨

Founders, Gabbi (@november_drums) & Mishea (@diva_sass), are special guests on #YoungLoudProud’s #SpeakUpPodcast (Episode 4 titled “Sick, Lit & Loud” with #MayaDanielle @mystik.y) where they’re discussing the series Sick & Lit as well as Race, Hair, Gender, Sexuality SocialMedia, MentalHealth & so much more 🖤✨

・・・THANK YOU for a very exciting collaboration 🙏🏽💕Catch the episodes 1-4 of @YoungLoudProud’s Podcast Speak Up: An Invincible Girl’s Podcast (clickable link in bio) https://anchor.fm/invinciblegirl

Make sure you’re following @suppressed_deity (on Twitter& IG) so you don’t miss any of their upcoming projects! Stay Tuned!

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“Speak Up: An invincible girl’s Podcast”

On 9.30.18 I’m launching “Speak Up: An invincible girl’s Podcast” An extension of my blog site “Young Loud Proud (YLP)” —a resource tool for inspiration & motivation in the hopes of spreading POSITIVITY while dismembering stereotypes. “Speak Up” will be used as an outlet to continue to shine light on #BlackGirlMagic across the globe, a place to discuss social issues, and also solutions/thoughts on how to make a change. Please visit http://www.youngloudproud.com for more information and make sure you’re following YLP’s Instagram @youngloudproud if you would like to contribute feel free to DM me and/or Email: proudloudyoung@gmail.com🖤✨

How NOT to fangirl (when you really want to) Part II. #YLPtalk

Fan·girl: (of a female fan) behaving in an obsessive or overexcited way.

Gather around Young Loud Proud, this is Part II of How NOT to fangirl (when you really want to). #YLPtalk

This past year I’ve been in a few unbelievable situations where I could’ve fangirl-ed the hell out of a couple of my favorite celebrities and could’ve made some memorable events, but I chose to stay quiet and keep to myself with the overall goal of not acting like a complete fan (even though my insides were exploding). It’s a self-control thing, I’ll tell you all about it, here goes nothing!

How to act like you don’t care that: Mary J Blige, Judy Jamison, Lena Waithe, Naomi Campbell, Naturi Naughton, Fantasia, Beverly Johnson, Queen Latifah, Ciara, Janet Jackson & Phylicia Rashad are all sitting within arms reach when all you want to do is run up to them, give out hugs, pull out your camera, and snap selfies:

I attended the filming of the was the Black Girls Rock 2018 awards show and the only question on my mind was: Do I carpe diem or nah?

BET just aired the 2018 awards show “Black Girls Rock” (on 9/9/18) an annual celebration of Black women while recognizing some of the most prominent pioneers in culture.

I had a brief close-up camera appearance so the excitement of seeing myself on TV a few weeks after the filming, basically prompted this “Part II” (of a new ongoing series on Young Loud Proud about keeping your cool and resisting the urge to fangirl celebrities).

A few weeks ago, my best friend sent me a link to attend a taping of this awards show and since I’ve always dreamed of going, this “win a chance to attend” link was right on the money (just not my money—that was a joke). I figured “sure” anything free is for me; it didn’t matter that it was almost 3 hours away in New Jersey.

So I signed right on up and the following week I was sent a surprise text asking me to confirm my attendance to the “2017 Soul Train Awards.” I rolled my eyes so hard at the confirmation, I was already reluctant to travel for this event, and part of me felt like this was the confirmation of some scam, after all, the title, year, and overall details of the show were so off.

Any who, it was all good because once I arrived, I saw a bunch of elegantly dressed people and signs indicating that I was indeed at the right show. It was a huge relief to see event staff eagerly smiling with their “Black Girls Rock event staff” tee shirts on.

So, then I exhaled. I was signed up for the correct show, traveled to the right location, made it on time, I was super cute in my semi-formal outfit, the last thing to ease my mind was the understanding of my role…while I thought I won exclusive seats what I really signed up for was an opportunity to be a seat filler.

For those of you who don’t really know who or what “seat fillers” are for award shows (if you’re reading this puzzled don’t worry I was too) the name is pretty self-explanatory. I was signing up to fill seats as necessary for the duration of the Black Girls Rock ceremony. I was expected to be shifted around, to make room, and fill in seats as necessary for the models, actors, actresses, and VIPs (et al.).

Once I ingested the duties of a seat filler after being prepped by the event staff, my best friend and I was ushered into a waiting area/auditorium where we waited over 2 hours in the hopes of being needed.

In the agreement, it clearly stated that not everyone would be chosen, so I braced myself for rejection. I don’t know why sometimes I count myself out (I need to stop doing that!!! this is a #YLPtalk for another day).

While waiting in an entirely separate and crowded auditorium, away from the actual event, I have to admit; I was anxious, hungry and ready to leave, but, I AM SO GLAD I STAYED!

I was sitting next to some complainers who figured the long wait was because they ran out of room, or they weren’t going to need us, or the “powers that be” didn’t like our outfits but I’m so glad I’ve mastered the art of tuning people out because they were dead wrong.

Not only did we get seated, but the ushers ended up sitting my best friend and I (together) in the second row! Yes, we were up close and personal, just a few feet from the amazing “Black Girls Rock” stage and we didn’t get shuffled or asked to move NOT ONCE!

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(This was the only picture I was brave enough to snap as we were leaving out!)

Overall, this was the best experience ever; I ended up sitting right behind Naturi Naughton (commonly known as “Tasha” from 50 cent’s show “Power”), and while trying not to fangirl, I began to notice more of THE GREATS and it was completely unbelievable.

I saw the likes of Mary J Blige, Lena Waithe, Naomi Campbell, Fantasia, Beverly Johnson & Phylicia Rashad … it was all so inspirational just to be surrounded by them and to feel their positive energy. In the words of Mary J “Black Girls just Rock, we just do…” I felt the magic all through the room.

My opinion: to fangirl at an elegant awards show entirely uncalled for and is probably the quickest way to get removed. One thing I will confess: I did bring a copy of “An Ode to the “Good Girl” and leave it under Judy Jamison’s chair but whether she got it or security removed it is neither here nor there…that was the extent of me fangirl-ing…

I was so honored to be there, and I respected that this was such a sacred space full of #BlackGirlMagic. I didn’t see a bunch of bodyguards everywhere, you know? Everyone was basically enjoying each other in harmony, and I thought to myself “yeah this is exactly where I should be.”

I declared to myself that next year I’d be up on that stage and not just in the audience and you better believe it! It was like the best motivational rally, therapy session, church service, and most amazing free concert I’ve ever been to all wrapped up into one event.

You have to realize people are in celeb’s faces all day snapping photos, asking for selfies, recording, and it’s entirely annoying for them. At least that’s what I think. Although I had already signed an agreement not to take out my cell phone before going inside, I was so tempted! Especially when my favorite auntie Phylicia Rashad came on the stage!

They showed me twice so I’m just being joe 😭😭 like look ma I’m on TV!

Some of my favorite moments:

Mary J Blige’s acceptance speech (click here on this link to see my cameo LOL)
Fantasia’s tribute to Aretha Franklin
H.E.R’s performance
Lena Waithe’s acceptance speech

Honestly I signed up through the link for the “2017 Soul Train Awards” with my best friend, ended up waiting for almost 3 hours, and then come to find out it was only to be a seat filler. I was so disappointed but I’m glad I held on because it turned out to be one of the best experiences ever.

I never expected to be sitting up front at alllllll…

The Black Girls Rock 2018 awards show was epic; I’m so thankful to have been a part of that celebration on our culture. I was moved by Trana Burke’s (the founder of the #MeToo movement) speech. I was so excited to celebrate, alongside so many pioneers in our culture that I truly admire, ones that I grew up (past generational celebrities) with and am growing up with (current generation). I realize the magic that took place is unique and want to acknowledge that it isn’t often that we (black women) are celebrated or glorified in the media.

We have to mostly fight for our kudos and share the weight of having to overcompensate for ourselves sometimes, so let me just say I don’t know of a better example/way to do that than exclaiming “Black Girl, YOU ROCK!”

Thank you BET for displaying positive images of black women, shouting out those that are otherwise dimmed, or volume turned down by the media, thank you for shouting us out!!!

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Don’t let me discourage you Young Loud Proud people, if you fangirl, do it with pride, go hard or not at all…this is only a mere suggestion of how to get re-invited to the events LOL!

I just wanted to share some of my thoughts and experiences with you because you never know sometimes… I’ve been in certain situations with people whom I really admire, and for the sake of not being a complete fool, I suppress the “shock and awe” methodologies I try and live by… but…what do you guys think? Will being bold always work for your benefit? Sometimes you can put yourself out there, not act shy and grab what you want and it totally works but you have to be careful, or you’ll look thirsty.

Have you had a run in with a celeb or hung out with a crush/someone you admire? Do you disagree with this theory? Please let me know!!! Email me! proudloudyoung@gmail.com

If you’re interested in more personal reflections/rants/stories like these check out the book of poems I recently published: “An Ode to the ‘Good Girl’” available in paperback or kindle (e-book)

I’m going to let y’all in on a lil secret (a Twitter thread turned short story) #YLPtalk

(For the full experience on How to lose a guy in 140 characters or less…click here!)

I’m going to let y’all in on a lil secret

I called myself being adventurous this weekend

AND a couple of weekends before annnnnnd…..

I got my feelings hurt 😭✨

y’all date outside y’all race or nah???

I met think extremely NICE white guy

Peep I didn’t say cute lol

And we started taking our dogs for walks and whatnot

Explored all the trails in the Wissahickon

Smoked a lot of bud so I was like ayeeeee yassss we can get fried together no problem yassss

He drank off my water bottle one time (I was a lil thrown off)

We did share a blunt so I figured maybe that’s why he was real comfortable

Anyway, he told me he taught at a local school

(environmental sciences, lectures on etc.)

I started applauding myself on my versatility in men

Like yasssss Maya 👏🏾👏🏾👏🏾 you are diverse you’re not particular at all 😭😭

Finally a guy who is lecturing on sustainability and not spending hundreds of dollars at the strip club

I never dated outside of my race before but for my first time I wasn’t too mad

That was until…😭😭😭😭😭😭 he started showing me affection

I’m so mean y’all

I kissed him a couple of time but nah I wasn’t feeling it too much

So like a week later we went out for sushi it was such a great date

but after he wanted me to go back to his house and I declined…

I could tell by the look on his face he was disappointed but I didn’t care in fact I ended up feeling some type of way that after a few walks and a sushi date he thought I would want to go back to his place for “more drinks and a smoke session”

Anyway anyway I just asked for a rain check on the session and asked him to take me home

so he pulls up to my apartment to drop me off and I saw him coming in for a kiss it was the most awkward thing ever…

He had food all stuck in his beard and it was just not a good look

So I kinda gave him my cheek to kiss and gave him a big hug and his reply was “oh I only get to kiss you on your cheek I want your lips”

I just stared at his sloppy beard turned off and it was just making the situation more awkward that he asked idkkk….

So I just told him I would call him later and I got out of his car and he immediately peeled off

Like ok you’re mad omg I was ctfu

until I realized I didn’t have my keys

So while I’m dumping my bag out on my front porch not believing how salty I was, he calls me…

He literally said “I felt like a little boy asking you for a kiss like I’m peterpan or something why didn’t you want to kiss me?”

I didn’t know the situation could get any more awkward…

I just replied and said “you know I’m still looking for my keys I’m not even in my house yet so I need to call you back”

But he would’ve known that if he hadn’t peeled off all mad but anyway

I found my keys and went in my house and not five seconds later I was greeted by this

Why the fuck did I tell him I like poetry 🙄

So I realized that obviously I’m not naturally affectionate toward him and although I was extremely curious I just wasn’t readyyyy and the fact he kept pointing it out was making me feel even more awkward

So I just figured I’d fall back a bit I didn’t want him to think I was leading him on and I did like him but maybe as friends and I thought maybe affection would come in time…

Bruh.

It gets better…

Y’all I thought I was being mean…I thought this nice guy deserves another chance

all he wants to do is shower me with affection and he’s so nice so what am I running from?

I thought I was being “that girl” the one who complains about wanting a nice guy than when she gets one she doesn’t know how to treat them blah blah blah..

So I said fuck it I’ll go out with him again and if he does the touchy-feely kissy kissy too much I’ll just and say something and we’ll see where it goes from there…

So we walk our dogs on the trails and smoke (and I thought ok I’m in the middle of the woods with this man I better act right😭 he out of no where stops and goes in to kiss me on my neck

Not awkward at alllllll right? I cringed and stopped him immediately

like this isn’t even the time or place like wtf it’s bugs everywhere I’m getting bit up Brownie has run off somewhere where is my puppy?

So he asked me “where is this going?” “You and me?”

Do y’all think I stayed in the woods and answered him truthfully or got out of there first?”

My crazy ass let it rip I told him that the aggressive affection was not for me…and why he expected me to make out with him every time I saw him (only knowing him a couple of weeks)

He told me how attracted he was to me and how beautiful I was so it was hard not to be aggressive

I told him I was flattered but it’s just too much especially since I don’t know him like that

I admit I might have been lying a bit bc when you like someone and you’re attracted the timeline doesn’t really matter lol

but since he’s a white man it’s all so new and I needed to take baby steps OK judge if you want but I kinda liked the newness of what we had and I just didn’t want to ruin it with all of that extra shut that’s the honest truth

*shit*

So after a brief silence he asked if I was celibate or ever going to show him any type of affection

(Yikessss) bc if I wasn’t celibate then there would be no excuse for not wanting him to feel all up on me and kiss my neck and slobber on me in the woods right?

I told him I was but that was besides the point…and that it wasn’t that I didn’t like him it was just new to me.

He said ok and I felt immediately bad like maybe I was being too harsh but fuck that I’m a woman and I get to choose what and when I do things right?

I made it my mission to go on another date just to seeeeeeeee if I was trippin

So after he dropped me off we said an awkward goodbye, he kissed me on the cheek, and keys in hand, I headed toward my front door.

He calls after me and get ready for this, he runs up to give me some lavender, peppers, tomatoes and other things from his garden that he had picked for me earlier but just forgot to give to me

So I graciously accepted (even tho I still had my mind made up I was going on another date bc I still needed to see sumthn)

I changed clothes and headed out on my next date…

My other friend (black guy) picked me up we smoke and talked and had a grand time.

I asked him if he’s dated outside his race, if he was curious, would he do it again, was she affectionate, did he like it, all the questions I should’ve never asked him ctfu

He admitted he had out of curiosity but it just wasn’t his forte but his younger sister was ONLY into white guys

He explained that she was living in a fantasy world and only wanted relationships she saw on tv (🙄) that was only his opinion so I disregarded but one thing that stuck was the fact he admitted the white girl showed him another side to dating

That was true for me as well, and I had confirmed that some times people date outside of their race for different reasons (and I wasn’t alone)

I liked his thoughtfulness, his compliments, the fact that he lit up when he saw me, picked things from his garden for me, would run to his car so I wouldn’t dare touch the door…

he was vegan, he was all earthy, he’d traveled the world (current goal of mine). He’s experienced so much that I had only dreamed of and that was attractive idk it was all new and I liked him for that

BUT him touching me and saying things like “oooooh what are you doing to me” turned me off so much

So anyway, I was talking to guy #2 enjoying my second date that turned more or a friendly pow wow and I sort of came to the conclusion that I wasn’t dating either just looking to fulfill a male friendship role in my life

So remember when I said I got my feelings hurt?

As I was leaving guy number two he says “oh yeah I saw you a couple of weeks ago” and I go “oh yeah where” he was like “mad mex”

I said “oh yeah why didn’t you say anything?” then he goes on to tell me that wasn’t the first time he goes on to tell me how he’d seen me with some white guy in the park a few times too but figured he’d mind his business

Then THEN he goes on to ask me if I used to have red hair…fuck yes but everyone knows that bc my hair was red for most of last year

I’m rapping this up y’all..PROMISE lol

So moral of the story is I was annoyed with two different guys for two totally different reasons but it was so similar I could’ve gagged

On the one hand I have a white guy who is too affectionate, sort of stalker-ish but I was so into him because of the unknown, my curiosity led me to him but my fear of intimacy fucked everything up

On the other hand I had a black guy that I had been dating on and off (completely stalker-ish) but I wouldn’t have know unless I pulled it out of him…attracted to him bc of all physical (no unknown aspects)

So yeahhhhh my feelings hurt 😔 bc I realized while I was trying to see something (the something being my comfort level in dating black guys vs white guys) I realized I just have a pattern in men and it has nothing to do with race

I’m looking for something that neither guy could give me something I can only give myself

I just want someone I’m physically AND mentally attracted to but I just make up so many excuses so I’ll never find that person…

My feelings are hurt bc I realize I push people away all of the time and run after other people who do the same thing to me….

I realized I’m someone’s Anders 😂 I’m someone’s curiousity, someone’s favorite person living in the friend zone too and…

If you want to read more about my crazy life/realizations ❤️ check out my new book of poems “An Ode to the Good Girl” #AnOdetoGG Excerpts are on

I’m actually giving out a few free copies so RT this thread if you’re really interested and I’ll DM you 😛😂😭😩✨👀

 

An ode to the girls whose future(s) didn’t pan out as expected: How many times can a person reinvent themselves? #YLPtalk

“I still don’t know what I want to be when I grow up. I mean, I don’t know who I want to be exactly.” –Me, almost a year ago.

First I wanted to be a Veterinarian, then I settled for a position as a Vet Tech, then I was destined to work in forensic, I declared Biology as my major, I was going to be a midwife, no, a prenatal nurse, No! A social worker, that’s it!! Then I thought, let me work according to my strengths, so, I’m good at writing so I might as well become a journalist. How’s the pay? Anyone can be an entrepreneur and own their own business…that’s what I’ll do to make up for the slow trickling pay! Matter of fact, I’ll travel the world and show off the “Young Loud Proud!!” So there we have it, I’ll become a writer and publish my own magazine “YLP.” (This is where I am right now. I am content with this, promise, but I’ll elaborate more on this piece.)

This is an ode to the young girls whose future(s) didn’t pan out as expected.

Get ready for a roller-coaster ride:

I’ve changed my major in college, my goals, and my ideas (of what success and happiness will look like in my life) so many times. I think it’s safe to assume that after 26 years on this earth (almost ten years (since age 16) of planning my life out) I’ve finally found what/who I want to be as a “grown up.”

It seemed to be so easy for some people. Some people dream of being a doctor and just like that they begin their journey, but for me, it’s never been that simple, and now I understand why.

I’m multi-talented, and I’m capable of creating my very own avenue to feel accomplished and fulfilled by combining my interests and strengths. It just took a while to figure out what they were and how to make myself work for me. If only I were able to identify my true passion early on instead of trying to be what everyone suggested or thought was good for me. I’m finally finding myself, recognizing my strengths and finding what makes me happy.

I realized at a young age that I had a strong passion for animals and I desired to be a part of the Veterinary care system.

I fell in love with a German Shepard named Smokey when I was six years old. My grandparents rescued him from the SPCA, and as soon as I laid eyes on him, I claimed him as my own. Shortly after we adopted our dog, he was due for a few vaccines, so I decided to tag along to his Vet visits. The feeling of helplessness swept over me as we convened in the hospital; it was fast-paced and a bit overwhelming, but it was a feeling that I will never forget.

I demanded that the Veterinarian let me assist him to do whatever it was to keep my dog in a functional status. Once it was explained to me that it was only a routine visit and my nerves calmed a bit, I began to ask a ton of questions. I saw the collaborative help from the Veterinarian and Veterinarian technicians as they worked through Smokey’s visit and I wanted in! I admired the Veterinarian and Veterinary technicians on their gentleness, kindness, efficiency, and practice.

I perused my interests in Veterinary care by attending Walter Biddle Saul High School for Agricultural Sciences, completing four years, and graduating with a diploma in animal science. While in High school I was a current member of the Horse club, the small animal science team, and also a member of the aquatics division. During high school, I had the opportunity to explore the Veterinary care field further by acquiring a part-time position at the Mount Airy Animal Hospital.

Working as a kennel assistant was my first real job when I was only 14 years old. I worked in the boarding facilities within the animal hospital, and in the three years that employed, I was able to gain an abundance of experience in caring for sick animals within the hospital and also learned a ton of lessons on the strength it takes to be young and professional at the same time.

I experienced monitoring the health status of various species such as cats, dogs, and birds. I also assisted the Veterinarian and Veterinary technicians with appointments, administration of oral medications and surgery. Also, I groomed animals, provided comfort for boarding pets and got the chance to interact with a diverse group of individuals. Attending to sick animals and giving them comfort was exactly what I envisioned myself doing in the future.

I got the first glance at what a Veterinary Technician entailed and the success of the practice within the field of Veterinary care. This was my first experience and a stepping stone to what I THOUGHT I ultimately wanted in a career.

(Honestly, after this experience I really just wanted to own my own hospital/business because working in some underdog positions, as young people, can be discouraging especially when working with people who think they’re better and may treat you like crap.) I always thought “as an employer, I want to hire young people and help them grow professionally instead of trying to tear them down.”

But anyway, after High school, I attended Widener University with a major in Biology. I wanted to major in Biology and incorporate that later into my career goal in Veterinary science but realized it was not suitable for my goals. I concluded that I enjoyed the hands-on aspect of my previous job and wanted to peruse a position closer to what I experienced. Even though I began to feel lost and like I was not on the right path, I excelled in my academics and had an overall great experience proven by my academic record and personal growth. After a year of completion, I moved on to acquire a position at the University of Pennsylvania in the hopes of gaining more experience and ultimately fulfilling my career goals.

Right now my official title is a Vet Tech Sr. -I am currently a Diagnostics Health Monitoring Technician at the University of Pennsylvania. I am responsible for the health surveillance and viral testing of sentinel animals through ULAR’S research program at the University of Penn’s campus. In my working career, I gained my LAT through AALAS and am now a certified Laboratory Animal Technologist. My interactions working alongside my successful peers at the University of Pennsylvania and Principal Investigators have had such a positive impact on me. This position has helped me develop personally and has helped my growth within Veterinary care.

I am working with animals, hanging around medical professionals, providing training and one on one support to individuals while writing my life away; I even have a hand in producing my department’s newsletter. So I have a chance to work with animals, which I am passionate about, animal care and I love to write so I should be content right? Wrong!

I once asked a question: How many times can a person reinvent themselves? I didn’t receive one response from the Twitter community so, I just assume that means as many times as you want (bish).

Perspective. It’s all about perspective. I called 2016-2017 my quarter life crisis year. For an entire year, I let so many terrible thoughts fill my head that I could never pick or stick to any one thing and the truth is that’s OK.

I realize changing your perspective and reinventing yourself is needed and growth is truly everything. I realized that although my young life hasn’t panned out exactly how I pictured it, it’s falling into place rather nicely.

I’m not saying I’m living the dream (yet) I’m only saying that I’m not as bad off as I tried to make it seem and guess what YOU’RE NOT EITHER!!! Everything takes time to fall into place but hold on girl, hold on.

How young were you when you got your first job? Where was it? How was the Interview process? What were the requirements? Were there generational differences? What was your first impression of the current staff? Are you skipping around trying to find what you’re truly passionate about? Are you like me??

I WANT TO HEAR FOR YOU! Email me: proudloudyoung@gmail.com

Journalism ❤️ YLP blogging (Thank You)

New blog posts are up on #youngloudproud.com I’m continuing to shine light on #blackexcellence ✨ “I can’t help but to SHOUT OUT the #YLP kings & queens and their incredible stories.

There are always so many noteworthy #blackexcellence posts being shared all over my social media timelines/dashboards/feeds/etc. and I feel like the positive needs more recognition period!!!!

Thank you all!!! From the people who post/repost, to the people being shouted out- who are out here putting in the work, paving the way and grinding!

You fuel this blog:. I find so many melinated people so inspirational and motivating and at the end of the day that’s why this blog YOUNG LOUD PROUD even exists, so again, thank you all.

If you have a personal story or someone you want to SHOUT OUT for being #YLP don’t be afraid to email me: proudloudyoung@gmail.com

I look forward to hearing from you.”💪🏾❤️🙌🏾💕✨ (blogged by @mystik.y)

Here’s a bit of background just Incase you’re curious on how/why YLP came to be:

My interests in journalism continuously grow. I love to read and have always enjoyed creating stories both fictional and non-fictional. I have a strong interest in literature and always wanted to spread knowledge to teach people while spreading the truth. Growing up, my mother nicknamed me Action News because I reminded her of a reporter; consistently gathering information and investigating.

My long term goals include writing/publishing a novel and ultimately publishing my own magazine. I’m slowly but surely accomplishing my goals (An Ode to the “Good Girl” is now available through Amazon). My short term goals include continuing my education to advance my journalistic integrity and acquire additional skills. A girl can never really stop learning right?

One thing I’ll always need is to hear from YOU!! Please email me you thoughts comments concerns contributions, etc. proudloudyoung@gmail.com stay blessed, stay YLP!!

Give me #BlackExcellence but make it #YLP

I can’t help but to SHOUT OUT the #YLP kings & queens and their incredible stories (below).

There were so many noteworthy #blackexcellence posts being shared all over my social media timelines/dashboards/feeds/etc. this week!!

Thank you all!!!

From the people who post/repost, to the people being shouted out- who are out here putting in the work, paving the way and grinding! You fuel this blog:.

(*for the past 30 years 🤔)

I found all of these to be so inspirational and motivating and at the end of the day that’s why this blog YOUNG LOUD PROUD even exists, so again, thank you all.

If you have a personal story or someone you want to SHOUT OUT for being #YLP don’t be afraid to email me: proudloudyoung@gmail.com

I look forward to hearing from you. 💪🏾❤️🙌🏾💕✨

“Good Girl” #SpeakUp

(An ode to good girls)

You think you’re a good girl

Good girl, who do you think you are?

You walk around smiling, always happy, you won’t get too far

See this is the “real world” niggas will eat you alive

You can’t stand tall before shrinking down to my size

You think you’re a good girl

Goodie two shoes, kinda girl

Conceited think you’re worth something kinda girl

Who told you to smile, wear your hair all wild?

Who said you could go to church on Sundays to praise your God

Good girl, you think you are

But I know the real you

Sneaky girl, you won’t get far

I know all about girls like you

I’ll play you real close

I’ll tell you I love you while I hate you

I know how to hurt you most

You act like a good girl

Good girl, you think you are

But if it’s up to me, I’ll make sure you’ll never fill the void in your heart

You’ll never learn to love yourself truly

You’ll never see those better days

I’m your negative thoughts, self-doubt, that inner hate.

If you’re not careful, I’ll be here to stay,

always.

An excerpt from “An Ode to the ‘Good Girl’” available in paperback or kindle (e-book)

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