Introduction

Hola!

This is my first blog post that isn’t a poem. This blog is my diss track to the systems that be that seek to disempower me and folx that look like me.

I will not claim that I have all of the answers or solutions but this is my work. (Math teachers had to pass me through a lot of their courses cuz a gyal like me showed her work, even if the answer was wrong.)

These blog posts will range from political happenings to pop culture references. Some more in depth than other but all will be my responses and my view.

Ok let me tell you a bit about me. Kay, AKA..The UnfriendlyBlKHottie. That was my first tagline and it represented more how other folx saw me. For as long as I’ve been able to remember people have labeled me as “funny-acting” or recall not liking me because they thought I had an “attitude”. But in reality, I’m not those things. I’m a girl who speaks when spoken to, no need for small talk cuz I’m not a fan of it.

It was very much Lindsay Lohan walking through the cafeteria and being told about the “unfriendly Black hotties” and that became their label, but I have no evidence that they were unfriendly just that a white woman greeted them in a foreign language cuz of some assumptions she made and they didn’t feel the need to make her comfortable.

Anyway…

As you can probably tell, the entire scene stuck with me throughout childhood. Why did people assign traits to me that weren’t informed by anything that I claimed or labeled myself??

So recently I’ve been doing some self-work and choosing how I identify. Simply put I’m a Black queer feminist struggling to find her place.. and her voice. I have a lot to say but I don’t find a lot of folx willing to listen. This blog is me.. screaming into the void. I hope someone’s listening.

I landed with Kay Keaux cuz KaylaCoatedKiss was simply a mouthful and people always think it’s multiple kisses, it’s just one. Keaux cuz I went to law school in Louisiana and something about the *french* razzle dazzle became imprinted on me. Social Justice Heaux cuz I’m a slut for justice. The rhyme also appealed to the poet in me.

I do identify as a Hoochie. Recognizing that hoochie exists on the spectrum of heauxs.. as a former sex worker I think hoochie resonates with me because when I think of hoochies I think of the gworls that wear skimpy outfits that in our rapey ass culture is often wrongly equated to our level of promiscuity, the hoochies I know are opinionated and rarely hold their tongue, they are perceived as having attitudes, some sport long nails and lashes, natural hair, protective style or bundles. We advocate for our needs and get what we want. We’re feminists who probably had to go on a journey to identify as one. We resisted the labels assigned to us, created new ones, reclaimed the old ones. We take up space and the hater heauxs turned their nose up in the face of our resistance, they shunned us when they could’ve embraced us.

I hope this blog is my Hit Em Up. Foot on the necks of anyone in opposition to TRUE liberation.

Gonna end it here.

Besitos 💋

Kay