Today, Necole Bitchie announced that she’s shutting down her popular celebrity gossip site, citing a desire to focus on more positive elements of identity. I surmise that her motives involve personal and transformative growth entirely attributable to her own righteous, beautiful, slaygency.
I can’t pretend I didn’t take the news hard; I feel personally attached to entrepreneurial Black women (especially in independent media) who exercise their right of self-determination, are self-made, and widely recognized for their relentless tenacity and diligence in fields closed off to us, or fields that are infiltrated by others masquerading in our likeness and encroaching upon what little space we have.
But I understand the imminent need for platforms to mature with the brilliant Black minds who built them. As I (im)patiently await further formation of her flourishing empire, I think of myself and my legacy within the Blackosphere.
Necole’s beginnings, in some ways, mirror my present reality. Rampant financial insecurity that blights daily livelihood, and clouds the vision of self-made prosperity. Constantly sacrificing friendships, energy, time, and what little funds available to build *something* that resonates beyond just myself.
On my end, I’m working to build an empire reliant upon Black indie media as an effective and comprehensive conduit for ultimate Black Liberation. And while the outlines of my vision are becoming more and more cohesive with every blog post, guest submission, like, retweet, and visitor, there’s still so much gray area that I have yet to concretize.
And that’s okay.
To be a Black girl blogger — especially with a queer pro-Black feminist lens that serves as the analytical foundation of BM — is an ambiguous, scary, thrilling, anxious personification of Self that welcomes risk, reflection, and healing.
As I’m still in the early stages of my blogging imprint, I wonder where I’ll be in five, ten, fifteen years — and ultimately, where my People will be. Will we have amassed our socio-political power to the extent that my theories on and admonishment of white supremacy is no longer necessary? Let’s hope.
But in this moment, I feel gratitude for Necole Bitchie. I am thankful for her empathetic public sentiments that are well beyond relatable. I am appreciative of her labor, and for making it a little easier for Black girls like me to be in digital space, and leverage opportunities that stem from it. I’m excited for her prospects — and I’m sure there are many — that are soon to come, if not there already.
So Necole, thank you for being a Brilliant Blogging Black Girl! I’m here Holding you in Truth and Resilience.
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