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esskay
Digital storyteller, Photographic narrator, Hogwarts alum. In real life, I write things. I speak fluent sarcasm. I'm unintentionally funny. My favorite thing is food. Guac is life. I'm a fountain of the most random information. I'm pretty, only because it's weird to call oneself beautiful. I'm weird in all the good ways. I live in the greatest city on Earth. I was Sasha before Beyonce was schizophrenic. My life is stranger than fiction. But please, don't take my word for it. My pen is mightier than my sword. Instagram
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Thursday, July 26, 2012 || 10:36 AM
Lately, I've been thinking about all of my blessings, mostly because there are just way too many to ignore. I was talking to JP the other day and she was threatening to abandon me because, you know, she's evil. And my brilliant reply was "so? You think I care?? Hold on..." and then I sarcastically checked all my pockets for two shits to give her (never found any). But she said something that really stuck with me. She said "well...you have plenty of other mothers anyway" which is true because all of my mothers closest friends had a hand in raising us in one way or another. I think that's a West Indian thing though. So I started thinking about the fact that I do have other mothers, and with other mothers come other siblings. And since I always write about my sisters, I figured I'd dedicate this one to the brothers.
Sean & Dil. My blood brothers, the ones who teased me, roughed me up, slapped me around and then took care of me. The ones who rubbed my tummy when I was sick, showed me how to ride a bike and whistle, knocked heads for me when it was necessary and taught me the important life lessons that I could never learn in a classroom. One of them, I lost and for the life of me I can't get rid of the other. And pain in the ass that he is, I'm happy he's here.
Shane. Or, to use his formal title, Senor Graaaaaaaande huevos. Grande has been in my life for as long as I can remember because 16 years ago, he was lucky enough to marry one of the most amazing people I know (my sister). He is one of the only people who makes me really think, one of the most artistically brilliant minds I know and also bat shit crazy. But it comes with the territory so I love him for it.
Andy. I'm not entirely sure he should be on this list or if that would be gross and incestuous because he keeps trying to marry me (the answer is still no btw) but in my eyes, he's family. The way Andy looks out for me is a little reminiscent of the way Sean used to look out for me. Except way less knocking heads and way more sarcasm. Scratch that, Sean was the most sarcastic douchemonster I ever had the pleasure of knowing. But I digress. The fact that Andy and I are still friends after all these years just proves that we have this weird familial love for each other. Because family are the ones you so desperately want to get rid of and never can.
Darren. I hardly ever see this guy. Like ever. And then one day, when I'm inches from tipping over into a bottomless pit of depression, he'll materialize to put the smile back on my face and slap some sense into me before being on his merry way again. The only other days I'm guaranteed to see him are Thanksgiving and Christmas. Typical black folk shit *shrug*
Anderson. This particular siblingship (is that a word??) may not have as much seniority as the others but I think that's why it means so much. Anderson is a gentleman's gentleman. He will open doors and pull out chairs, walk on the outside of the street, make you laugh when all you wanna do is cry and hold you up when you succumb to those tears. For him to come into my life when he did and be what he is to me means more than he will probably ever know. Also when he came into my life, he brought Joel. And Joel is awesome. So I must thank him for that.
So those are my brothers. I only had two and God took one away but saw fit to give me more. Everything happens for a reason, no? Who am I to complain?
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