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Join me after work this Thursday 4/23 in NYC

Come unwind for a cause! This Thursday, I'll be hosting "Band Together For Lupus" at TAJ NIGHTCLUB. No cover, drink specials, food and dope DJs. Make a donation to Lupus and sign up for the NYC Walk! See you then!



Hello all!

Check out my new video for my song "More Than One of a Kind." It was directed by Jason Sirotin and Produced by ECG Productions. It features clips from my mini-documentary on Living with Lupus for the Simple Tasks Campaign of the American College of Rheumatology. Share! :)


When a message of Unity isn't enough

“If you stick a knife in my back nine inches and pull it out six inches, there’s no progress. If you pull it all the way out that’s not progress. Progress is healing the wound that the blow made. And they haven’t even pulled the knife out much less heal the wound. They won’t even admit the knife is there.”
– Malcolm X


It's crazy to see how so many people say "This isn't about race, it's about human rights." Duh... But whose rights are statistically being disregarded in our society? To pretend race isn't a huge part of the problem and isn't what incited these streams of protests in the first place would be disrespectful to those who are over-policed, murdered, and victims of injustice. I'm sure there are asshole cops everywhere, just like I am sure there are good ones. But this fight began as anger against the racism that some who live in a nice, mid to upper class (maybe predominantly White) bubble seem to think doesn't exist. But it's not "segregating" when you recognize there is a serious problem with the way one demographic of people are targeted, victimized, and demonized by the justice system. No one goes to a rally against drug trafficking and says "Yea, and let's promote safe sex." Both causes are important, but as everyone joins the bandwagon, it's disrespectful to change the message that the movement was initially created to address to one that YOU feel is a better issue. Maybe equality for all is more palatable and UNIFYING than saying "equality for all but especially for a group that has historically and is still not viewed as equal", but I don't see why we can't unify in the fight against something that is wrong and has BEEN wrong in our society for centuries. 



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Everyone knows that lifting makes women big, bulky, and less desirable. But, do they know the reasons why? I compiled my top ten reasons as to why women should NEVER EVER even think about touching a weight. Ever. 

 1. You will find less and less that you are asked to go to the kitchen and make a sandwich. What will you do with all that free time?!?

2. Men on the Internet will tell you that you are too big. Can you handle no longer being the object of a stranger's fantasy?

3. Pants won't fit because your butt has gotten so big. Imagine actually filling out a pair of pants, the horror!!

4. Your children might see that a woman can be something more than a frail object meant to please a man. Challenging the status quo is never a good thing.

5. You can eat a much larger amount of delicious food and not gain a pound. Disgusting! Pass the tofu and skim milk please.

6.  Men will avoid you at the gym when you lift more than they do. How are you supposed to know how to lift without their constant coaching?

7. You will be able to open a pickle jar without a man or a knife. No one should possess that much raw power.

8. Your bones will maintain a thick density throughout your life. Do you really want to rob a surgeon of your money for osteoporosis treatment?

9. Heavy lifting can be as diverse as you want to make it. Your time would be much better spent on a treadmill every day watching CNN.

10. You will be shunned from old friends that want you to go clubbing every night. Those are the kinds of friends you just don't want to lose.

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Poem: "Grey and Black"

He yells his description
Lets you know he knows his hair is indecisive
With its grey and black
Analyzes his reflection in the train's plastic glass
He searches for accuracy
Crow's feet
Wrinkles connected to his widows peak
He's aging naturally
Not fighting Mother Natures natural order
He speaks loudly on the train
But no eye contact is made
They fear his gaze
As if his stare could magically transfer his brand of insane
As if will agitate his haunting spirits
Or as if he's just another old man who's had too many spirits
He knows he's being ignored
They say you're a child twice in your life
And his 65 is more like 5
Just try and ignore a toddler
To see what that is like
I realize
No one is listening to his mumbles
His stammers turn into outcries
"Do you see me?
Grey and black hair?
This old man
5 foot 5?
No one sees me with my grey and black hair
Grey and black beard?"
No one sees that his crazy is really just his lonely
Jetting from his heart to mind
To his lips
To the deaf ears,
Numb tongues of a rush hour 3 train
With souls like the G train at 5am
Only show up when they feel like it Unconcerned about anyone else trying to get by.
I scream at my feet to carry my throat closer to him
So he could hear the hi
The good morning I think he really wanted
But I make my seat's comfort into a safety belt
He leaves the car a stop later
His lingering presence leaves this train haunted
By the fact that near none of us can say
That in this jam packed
Kindergartener crayola box of a city
You've heard many a passerby
Wish a stranger a good day.