I Released Myself From the Economy of Finding a Man

Today’s dating marketplace is a dark and unsafe place for Black women—no matter where you fall on the hierarchy of desirability.

I released myself from the economy of finding a man.

For Black women right now, the marketplace of finding a man is a dark, unsafe place—no matter where we fall on the hierarchy of desirability.

It is a hollow place even more toxic than capitalism, where transactions are decreasingly mutualized, and the currency is the bloody sacrifice of every ounce of our unquantifiable dignity, our divine, ancestral beauty, and even more costly, our peace.

The marketplace of finding a man is a festival of Black feminine carnage. We must offer our bludgeoned head to the alter of intergenerational, post-crack era misogyny in the Kevin Samuels Age—that sad male occultist, whose body left us but dark legacy of cultural destruction remains.