Kai Wilson
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Blerd in love with writing, afrofuturism, sci-fi, the paranormal, and fantasy stories.
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Scary Island USA: Love Island USA’s Huda Problem
Love Island USA Is Having a Real Moment — But at What Cost? Like many Americans, I’ve spent a larger part of this summer watching Reality TV than I expected. I’m a fan of Reality TV, so this isn’t so unusual but other fans of Reality TV know summer is when networks put the worst shows on. Think Mama June. Love Island USA, however, is different.
By Kai Wilson7 months ago in Geeks
It’s the Racism, Stupid
The Tea Party’s Legacy and the Rise of MAGA As I watched the “No Kings” protests unfold this Flag Day, I thought of how many opportunities we Americans had to stop the current fascist regime if only we’d had the courage to call out our festering racism earlier. Instead, the people who don’t think like the fascists but benefit from looking like the fascists didn’t hold them accountable. This is especially true for the eight years of Barack Obama's presidency, from 2008 through 2016. The election of the first Black president of the United States caused a tidal wave of white backlash that brought fascism to our shores.
By Kai Wilson7 months ago in The Swamp
Love Island USA as a Microcosm of Dating for African-American Women
Chelley and Olandria are two cast members of the current season (7) of Love Island USA on Peacock, and, on paper, they should have few issues coupling up with a man. Both women are beautiful, educated, and kind with fun personalities. Whether they are looking for long-term or short-term relationships, these women have it all. So, it’s odd that neither have had a chance to date their number one choice and both have had to settle for the leftovers. Just trying to make it work like my mom three days after Thanksgiving. Seriously, though, what’s playing out on Love Island USA currently is a microcosm of the everyday dating experiences of African-American women. Let’s go through their options so far.
By Kai Wilson7 months ago in Geeks
Gold Diggers: The Maliciously Compliant Employees of the Patriarchy
When I first joined Tik Tok in 2020, the algorithm quickly figured out that I was a feminist and feminist content creators routinely showed up on my For You Page. This was not surprising to me, as I follow and engage with feminist content on most of my social media accounts. For me, what was different on Tik Tok was the Pro Gold-Digger content that seemed to flourish there. When I saw Shera Seven’s videos, my initial reaction was to swipe away. Shera Seven is a content creator who focuses on dating advice for women interested in dating rich men. I thought the algorithm was so bad it was just showing me any woman content creators because I had registered as a woman.
By Kai Wilson7 months ago in Viva
Ghosts of The Summit Hotel
Jane’s plane landed at Denver International with two large bumps as she had expected. The rule was turbulence in the air means a smooth landing, smooth flight means a bumpy landing. At least, that’s the way it always seemed to be for Jane. She recognized patterns in things very quickly which made the world more predictable and easier to navigate for her.
By Kai Wilson2 years ago in Horror
No Refuge
Charity pushed her way into Mr. Francis’s law office that morning in late August 1712, with a determination she hoped the lawyer would match. Though it was early in the day, the Virginia summer had been a long, hot one. Charity was dripping sweat from her forehead to her neck and everywhere else the sun didn’t shine. She had walked another five miles after her husband Mingo had dropped her off at the outskirts of Surry County. It was as far as he could take her without being late to Mr. Thomas Hux’s place. He had already committed to a job for Mr. Hux and his brother William later that afternoon. Mingo assured Charity that, otherwise, he would’ve accompanied her to the lawyer’s office to press charges against Mr. George Jordan, Jr. himself. Mingo considered himself lucky he hadn’t run into Mr. Jordan since the incident in the Spring. Or maybe it was Mr. Jordan who was lucky. Or maybe it was Mingo’s friends and family that kept Mr. Jordan out of Mingo’s way and vice versa. The unspeakable acts he had committed against Mingo’s daughter, Jane, made Mingo seethe inside. Her mother, Charity, may have even been angrier.
By Kai Wilson2 years ago in Fiction
Wallz
“Ugh, if walls could talk!” Gina exclaimed loudly looking around the small, suburban home. “Jeremy! Jeremy! Get my dolls from the attic and the ones in the garage! I don’t want to leave any of those!” She was seventy-two, but looked and moved like she was seventy-eight. She slowly pushed her walker up the ramp to the house, her eyes darting back and forth to ensure all that was important to her was there. Just stuff to everyone else.
By Kai Wilson3 years ago in Fiction
The Tree of Life Signal
Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. That was alright with me. I think I had heard enough screams in the last five years for a lifetime. The last screams I heard were from my neighbors, as their twins were swept from their arms during the nuclear storm. The bomb was designed to destroy our homes and underground shelters. We didn’t stand a chance. We were living in a time of scientific advancement no other species had experienced on our planet, but we weren’t ready for it. Five years before I was born, our civilization uncovered the powers of the microverse and macroverse, reaching our peak of ingenuity. But something else happened that year that would lead to the end of our civilization just twenty years later. The beginning of the end and the beginning of the beginning. That is how life in our Universe works. One ending leads to another beginning.
By Kai Wilson3 years ago in Fiction
Bahati
There weren’t always dragons in the Valley. They had come down from Mount Cameroon around the same time the land of New Benin was founded. Staying close to their original home, they settled in the part of New Benin that is now called Moto. The Fako Dragons rarely ventured out past Moto borders even within New Benin. The volcano would always be a sacred place for them and the people of Moto. These dragons were originally summoned by the high priestess, Adesina Baton, who used their magic to help the Baton family destroy the armies of the Western powers. Thus began the special relationship between the dragons and the Baton family, who have ruled Moto since its founding. The dragons had always bonded more strongly to one member of the family in each generation. These days they were still strongly bonded to Adesina’s great-great-grandson, Dragoni Baton, the current King of Moto. Now, almost two hundred years after she helped found the utopian paradise of New Benin, peace and prosperity were finally spreading to the rest of the continent of Africa. The seeds that were planted with her generation were sprouting up through the land, feeling their first rays of sunshine. The Festival of Peace planned for that evening was intended to celebrate the beginning of this New Era. The Era of Peace.
By Kai Wilson4 years ago in Futurism
