By Hey y’all. I haven’t felt jolly for months, years even, and all of my wishes for you this year, have been very profane and anguish-ridden. I wanted to spare y’all those, but I did let loose in a semi-private online forum. Also, my apologies for ghosting y’all here. Technical difficulties
The Black Urbanist
A Black Queer Disabled Feminist Urbanist Resource created and curated by Kristen E. Jeffers to Defy Gentrification and Craft Liberation
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