A Black Lady Sketch Show on HBO is my new favorite show. I’ve been streaming it like it’s Homecoming by Beyoncé. I’m an okay bitch with autism, yo. (Flutters my bald eyelashes.) HBO is still the only network that can tell me where to be and when; (so bossy.) 😉 I hope they have Wanda Sykes and Whoopie Goldberg on there at some point. (And Regina King, Ellen Cleghorne, Aisha Tyler, and so many more.) 😆
I’m going to stream it again after this. Heh. I keep wanting to talk about Solange, but words don’t work here. It would be a post of me typing Solange over and over again while grinning like a doof. (You have no idea how close I came to doing just that.) At least it would feel kind of like expressing my joy for her existence. Sigh.
Solange isn’t just the newest member of my Healing Sisters Internal Advisory Panel (HSIAP via music.) She’s the boss. In my head, she walked right up to Stevie Nicks, Amy Lee, Agnetha Faltzkog, Sheryl Crow, Mary J. Blige, (there’s more) and Beyoncé, and said, can I hold the mic, please? (All signs indicate Solange won’t be giving it back any time soon.) She skipped trying to reach me with mere lyrics and went right for my spirit. 😳🤭
Solange has been here before. Her music. Nobody who only lived that long for the first time can do that, yo. That’s the best I can articulate. (And yes, I’m working on it.) I know a lot of other artists are popping right now, but frankly, Solange practically owns my ears at this time. Aside from Brown Skin Girl, of course. That song is on repeat whenever I’m not listening to Solange’s When I Get Home. Everything else is on pause.
I’m getting ready for a solo road trip north. My sister needs me, and she’s the one person left on this planet who has mom-like powers over me. (Otherwise, oh hell no.) It’s a big deal for me to drive five hours in a single day with ridiculously monotonous scenery. I’ve done it before, but not often. To go from that challenge immediately to being in someone else’s space to offer my services as a sister is bigger.
My spirit stirred me to do it, which is something I haven’t wrapped my head around yet. (I don’t think I would have even picked up on it if not for Dr. Keia mentioning these things happen.) Hence, running with it. My sister knows me well enough to avoid hinting since it’s futile with me. (Tell me what you mean, or disappointment will ensue.) It’s time to stretch my more healed self and flex my growth. I’m terrified, but I’m going to do it anyway.
When I get home (heh), I’m going to Denver for a mini recreational vacation. Guitar Hero is going to buddy-sit while I transform from a nodder who never makes eye contact into someone who suddenly uses gestures, looks at people, and won’t STFU for an hour after two hits. He finds it amusing and claims it’s like hanging out with my anime version. (Possibly said animated, but I like anime better.) Enough oversharing. I’m off to belly laugh over my new favorite show. 💜✌🏽