As I spiraled down many a “rabbit hole” into the vast AND DOPE Black American zeitgeist. I soon found a consensus of who we are, as black people, sharing in this American experience. And it is splintered, to say the least. To date, its a wonky narrative of negative sexual politics, misogynistic podcasts, racial stereotypes and horrendous interpretations on history, religion and social-economic dichotomies within the race. If you can’t tell by that last run-on; I am an academic. Yet, as dope as we are, and I love my people; we can be easily swayed by a slam poetry Hotep negro starting each post with “grand Rising Queen” just as effectively as a Meme or a viral TikTok video. Which is to say; we often use the Meta-sphere as our own personal echo-chamber on liberation, fashion, blackness, and voting rights. Problem is; that isn’t always the most best move; although its fun.

Anyway, there I was sifting through the public landscape, only finding fragments of shared experiences, half truths and refracted imagery commodified to tailor fit the masses; repackaging the tired monolithic tropes of blaming black motherhood for all of society’s problems (gag), perversions of the Black Church Model, and the strong black female narrative (double gag). By the way, we are not all holding 5 degrees, making 200K; dating a rapper/drug-dealer named DaQuaviontay because the last 6 strong and educated black men won’t have us or, worse, only date the “Beckies’. In the same vein, we are not all single, bitter, unfit mothers using seggs to trap men while we neglect our sons and teach our daughters to be trollops (gross). There has to be a middle, surely the black women I know need a representative amid this new-age blacksploitation. Also, contrary to every Love and Hip Hop spin-off; we are not all BBL recipients that love to fight and do “ball-head hoodrat shish”, although I love ‘thug- gin with my rounds’ as much as the next Gworl; I also love Jesus (the black one, duh), Jesmyn Ward, Oprah, Friends, Joanna Gains, and Jerry Seinfield as much as Dave Chapelle (get into that double consciousness, sis)

This blog/cultural collective/spiritual bake shop (if you will) is my small etch in the hallmark of fly-ness inhabited by so many fabulous creatives in this media Meta-spere. Rather than lose a finger tryna be a twitter and Instagram gangstah (my account gets suspended as much as Boosie Badazz) I chose to be the reflection I often search for in comments of viral posts, activist pages, academic reads, fashion blogs, dramatic female TV and movie ensembles, and black twitter. Rather than take on all of the black church community defending Beyonce’s “Church Girl”, I decided to take up space and clear a path for Black girls who love a good LGBTQIA+ colloquialism as much as learning about the intersectionality of race and identity politics.

I am the Kikipeedia, a writer, and a mom—hope you see some of yourself in these posts and pages.