I find that when I'm quite busy I ditch process. Typically, every blog starts in one of my many notepads. I have a fetish for pen and paper that may or may not be sexual. If the pen scratches against the sheet wrong then all is askew. And if for any reason I do not enjoy the scribble then I'm all fiddly...

My blackness is an inevitable truth. It is present in everything. I won’t declare my pride in it, because there’s nothing to be proud of. It is my skin. I can’t remove it. It is my lips, it won’t do for them to be shrunk. It is the self that I see in my mind’s eye, I cannot unlearn it. It is the product...

Papa Afam: Afam, you're really not young anymore. Afam: I know. I feel the difference between 20 and 25 with every new hangover. Papa Afam: I don't understand why you insist on whining about your hangovers when you're the one that chooses to consume the stuff like it never occurred to you that you...

Sub Part 1- There are blackbirds outside my window don't you know? There are blackbirds outside my window. There have been blackbirds outside my window for the past week. Sometimes there is one, sometimes there are two, and sometimes there are three. Those sentences should tell you two things. That,...

Dear Flushy, I'll start this one with an apology because I cannot remember the last time that I called you Flushy. It was probably when we were 14 and I was low key in love with you. I know that I shouldn't say things like that ever, but my name is Afam and I've got a penchant for embarrassing myself...