The Miracle of Intersectional Pregnancy

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Why do I call my children miracles when I’m not remotely religious? Why insist that what happened was impossible even though I don’t believe in destiny or fate? Why do I refer to these blessings as curses?

It’s the nature of my life. Good and bad are merely two sides of the same coin and nowhere is that truer than the story of my cuil ass existence. Not only am I like the intersectionalist motherfucker you’ll ever hear of, but nothing in my life has been normal or typical. I thank the stars for that. If I’d have…