mariah goolsby
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Actor. Writer. Double Libra ♎️. Waiting for my superpowers to come in... 🦸🏽♀️✨
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Breathe?
I was raped by someone I had a sexual relationship with for years. Someone who I mistakenly thought I loved. Healing from that was a really difficult process of journeying through tons of gray area and realizing some tough shit about myself and my views on love.
By mariah goolsby4 years ago in Poets
“To the white girl named Ally”
In college I studied Acting in a BFA program that I absolutely loved. But I was the only Black person in my class. Being the only Black person in any setting comes with inevitable micro-aggressions, awkward moments, and isolating feelings. The most egregious of those moments for me was when one of my white classmates (someone who had regularly been on the other side of those micro-aggressions, awkward moments, and isolating feelings) was working on an Iago monologue from Othello. After a few rehearsals in class, I noticed that she was looking directly at me in the audience whenever she had a line that focused on Othello.
By mariah goolsby4 years ago in Poets
Day 68: A Quarantine Love Story
I wake up around 10 AM and am somehow still too tired to open my eyes fully. You know when you wake up, but your eyes aren’t ready to wake up with you? That’s where I’m at. I get up to pee. I turn the lights on in the bathroom. The light hurts my eyes more, so I turn them off. I pee in the “dark” (it’s 10am so the sun has been out, and it’s plenty bright in my bathroom), and then I head back to bed where my partner is sleeping soundly in his classic position: belly down, one leg bent at a 90-degree angle, and his head covered with a pillow. And I try to go back to sleep.
By mariah goolsby4 years ago in Humans
