redefiningrealness:

I am a Non-Binary Gender, Jamaican-Canadian, AfroGoth Warrior, Poet & Black Feminist, living with non-visible disabilities.
I am a survivor, truth-seeker, and a student of love.
I am the creator of QueerofGender.com, a site that looks to showcase people of colour and aboriginal/native folks who are queer/trans, two-spirit, intersex, and all other gender identities that do not fit within the narrow confines of the patriarchal gender binary.
I feel that my purpose in life is to share my life experiences with others who have similar intersections and sites of oppression with me. To stand firm and proud as someone who lives on the margins of society, in a world that says our Black lives and beings are optional. I look to use body and my words as tools to bring hope and compassion to those who feel as lost as I sometimes do.
I am Lynx Sainte-Marie.I am a poet, AfroGoth, (gender)queer, feminist, spoonie, and survivor.I am #RedefininingRealness.
Read my poetry and follow my twitter, blog, and Facebook.


Thanks so much Lynx!
Submit your selfie here! 

redefiningrealness:

I am a Non-Binary Gender, Jamaican-Canadian, AfroGoth Warrior, Poet & Black Feminist, living with non-visible disabilities.

I am a survivor, truth-seeker, and a student of love.

I am the creator of QueerofGender.com, a site that looks to showcase people of colour and aboriginal/native folks who are queer/trans, two-spirit, intersex, and all other gender identities that do not fit within the narrow confines of the patriarchal gender binary.

I feel that my purpose in life is to share my life experiences with others who have similar intersections and sites of oppression with me. To stand firm and proud as someone who lives on the margins of society, in a world that says our Black lives and beings are optional. I look to use body and my words as tools to bring hope and compassion to those who feel as lost as I sometimes do.

I am Lynx Sainte-Marie.
I am a poet, AfroGoth, (gender)queer, feminist, spoonie, and survivor.
I am #RedefininingRealness.

Read my poetry and follow my twitter, blog, and Facebook.



Thanks so much Lynx!

Submit your selfie here

My Worst Street Harassment Experience, Told Through Tweets

I returned home today shaking. I was angry, frustrated, disappointed, relieved, frightened, hopeless and hopeful. I had just had lunch with my best friend Wendi. We ate at Whole Foods on a rainy day in the Lower East Side of NYC.

I’m frankly, and I know this is bad, desensitized to the fact that men hoot and holler at me on the street. I’ve learned to block that out despite the irritation. I’ve learned to accept street harassment as a daily part of my life, as common as seeing a rat in Tompkins Square Park.

On my walk home from lunch, I encountered a man who would not take no for an answer when it came to making my acquaintance. His sense of entitlement over this public space and my personal space astounded me.

Though I returned home unharmed and can gratefully say that he did not touch me, I was shaken up and took to Twitter to express my feelings and share my experience of #streetharassment, which has sadly become so normalized in our society.

Here’s my story:

The truth will set you free, but first it will piss you off.