Afrotravesty.

To be completely honest, I had no deep or explicit intention (with the name) when I purchased this domain almost 20 years ago. I just thought the name sounded cool. It sounded fancy.

1As I think about it now, it seems to illustrate duality.

The pride that I feel as a Black woman (who is technically biracial; identity is complex) — pride in my history, pride in my culture, pride in my people.

The travesty characterizes this society — bigotry, cultural appropriation, racism, sexism, xenophobia, a willful denial of intersectionality, the need to proclaim that Black lives matter (and explain why proclaiming “all lives matter” denies my humanity).

But keeping it all the way real, the real afrotravesty is me; my life. The sum of my experiences as a Black woman could be summed up as tragic in many ways (and not just me as the victim). Life is complicated.

Travesty is essentially defined as a distortion of something — a mockery, a parody, a misrepresentation, if you will.

My life has been filled with that shit; both intentionally and unintentionally.

So yeah, afrotravesty.

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