I was in a serious funk today dealing with hate mail and YouTube drama, so instead of bumming around and feeling frustrated, I decided to start a Google group specifically for content creators of color. The goal is to have a group of smart, motivated and driven individuals who are looking to network, collaborate and motivate other online content creators. Bloggers, YouTubers, journalists, writers, musicians, podcasters WHATEVER. If you use the internet to make stuff and you’re a POC, this is the spot for you.

Admittedly, this is a completely new venture for me, I have no idea how this is gonna work or how many people are gonna join, so bear with me and let’s make some cool stuff. 

Innovation is everything. Good luck. I think you will succeed as long as it is inclusive of all POCs not just black Americans but people of all shades. Variety of voice is everything.

Yes, this group is completely inclusive. It’s open to all POC, not just black Americans. I’d love to have as much of an international presence as possible. 

Signal boost!

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If you have problems focusing while you write, try using ILYS.

The site is coded so that you can’t see what you are writing, only the last letter, and you can’t edit anything until you get to your words goal.
This means you have to focus on writing and what’s on your mind, and not the editing of what you have written so far.
You have to write or you can’t edit.
Once you hit your goal you can edit and write normally, or go back and use ilys once again.

Since you don’t have to worry about editing, you can let your creativity flows.
It can be frustrating, but it’s also liberating because you have to let it go.

Write first, edit later.

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a lot of hurt manifests like the burns on my arms, from the fryer at work. they bubble in a way that belie the almost-severity… the soft insides ready to burst, rising up, scabbing over, fading - in two lunch rushes i will have more. the wound surprises me in the morning, after-shower - it’s better not to poke at it, right? if i leave it alone, it doesn’t exist; if no one asks it never happened, and it doesn’t hurt.

kelsi never says the right thing but she tries, at least - i sit in front of my laptop, breathing. words appear on the screen in paragraphs and i think of this time last year, before everybody decided they were too tired

— i have decided i’m too tired.

most girls i know who have the same skin as me cry in their cars after their shift is over. there is always a voice on speakerphone and a cigarette half-gone. by the end of the year i will have wounds stashed away like cartons of marlboros and condoms hidden from my sister, and burns on the outside of my right arm, forever bumping against the overheated metal.

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