The Potty Mouth Granny

  • Black Incel Culture: When Male Loneliness Turns Into Hatred of Black Women

    By The Potty Mouth Granny There is something deeply disturbing happening in the Black dating community, and I think it’s time we had an uncomfortable conversation about it. I’m talking about the growing visibility of Black incel culture, the manosphere, and the increasingly hostile attitudes toward Black women that have found a home on social…

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  • Softness & Moi

    A soft life is not easy, but it’s possible to create it in the midst of hardship. It’s about finding joy in simple things, like a cup of coffee in silence or listening to your favorite music.

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  • Losing My Brother: A Soliloquy

    November — He was missing. Missing is a strange word. It sounds temporary. Like misplaced keys. Like a sock behind the dryer. It suggests retrieval. Resolution. But this was different. Received a call telling me that he was missing. Sending my son to the police station to file a missing person report. Asking friends on…

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  • Too Old for the Market, Too Young to Stop Fighting

    Sometimes I want to beat my own ass for not being financially secure at my vast age. It takes a lot of restraint not to crawl into that gutter called bitterness. I understand the people who live there. I really do. You follow the blueprint. Do everything society tells you you’re supposed to do to…

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  • What’s Wrong With People in 2026?

    Social media didn’t create the mess—it weaponized it. It rewards attention, not wisdom. Rage spreads faster than insight. Performative morality gets more likes than actual integrity. People start living for reaction instead of reflection. The self becomes a product. Empathy becomes optional.

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  • Sole Survivor

    Six years next month. Six quiet, thunderous years of carrying a title no one applies for. A sole survivor is the last remaining member of their immediate family—the final branch on a once-leafy tree. My mother gave birth to three children. I am the only one left. No siblings to call and say, “Do you…

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  • Respectability Politics and the Policing of Black Male Love

    It’s more acceptable for a Black man to have ten children with ten different women than for him to be gay—and that fact should stop us in our tracks. We live in a world where irresponsibility gets a pass if it performs masculinity the “right” way. A man can leave a trail of single mothers,…

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  • Happy Thanksgiving

    Earlier this year, I learned that I had a mass in my right breast and had to have an immediate following mammogram. When I received the abnormal results, I put it away in the part of the brain where you put information that you’re not ready to deal with but late at night, I would…

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  • A Creative Way of Describing Epilepsy

    The fatigue that comes with epilepsy is not ordinary tiredness. It is deep, consuming, and layered; a kind of exhaustion that wears the body, mind, and soul. Every seizure, even the smallest one — a flicker, a tremor, a blank space in time — burns through the brain’s energy reserves like wildfire. It’s like running…

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  • Don’t Let Hate Win

    We are living in times where hate rules. Hate is the reason why the current president is in office. Hate of anyone other than themselves but now we all have to suffer. I’m beyond pissed but I can’t afford to have a seizure due to stress. I’m doing my best to not let hate overwhelm…

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