Sometimes I wonder what my family would do if/when I die. Do they die with me or do they finally learn how to live without me?
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Sometimes I wonder what my family would do if/when I die. Do they die with me or do they finally learn how to live without me?
8.03.22
You know what I’m tired of?!??
Aside from toxic masculinity & it’s abusive ways… I’m tired of Cis-women that date crusty dusty cis men that give them the bare minimum or nothing at all AND make excuses for them. Most of them can’t even fuck you right!!! OMG. Especially when she’s such a beautiful soul and spirit.
We’ve been taught to sit down, offer our love, body and care for free. Try and fix these men. Wait for them to get their act together. I wish I could make it STOP. The excuses women (I was once one of them can’t lie heheheh, but in my defense it was my first relationship with my high school sweetheart🙈) give these losers are things like…
“He (or we) went through so much” Haven’t we all?!
“We’ve been together for so long, can’t throw that out now” Do you want this to be your life?!? Don’t waste another second babe!
“IDK what id do without him” BITCH YOU’LL SURVIVE. Better yet YOU’LL LIVE.
“He took me on a date & begged for me back🥹” BOO FUCKING HOO.
“He’s my forever.” You’re your only FOREVER. You owe yourself everything.
“I’m just going to give him one more chance” …But he’s been shit for 99% of the relationship… one more chance turns unlimited.
Oooo and this one “I’m just having sex with him and going on dates, getting what I deserve” Honey you’re giving your energy and time… who’s really winning??!
Nah but seriously, it saddens me and worries me. How bad do we want this “love”?! Enough to bleed for it? To neglect ourselves the love we’ve dreamed of? Do we not care about ourselves enough to leave a place we know will continue to hurt us? Do we not believe that a reciprocal relationship that aligns with our wants/needs, that feels safe and gentle exist?
LOVE IS NOT ENOUGH.
We need care, we need consideration, we need what we know we as individuals need. Maybe it’s “I need someone that dances with me” & that’s ok. I strongly believe that honoring yourself and weeding out relationships that don’t reflect what you want/need for your happiness and pleasure makes space for the ones you do. It’s not easy, that fucking shit hurts mas Que el Diablo🫠 Uff but it is SOOooOoOo worth it!!! You will thank yourself in the end. You will respect yourself differently. Stick it out, surround yourself with friends and family that remind you that you are worthy of such. Part of you gets taken away every time you get disappointed, he hurts you, doesn’t respect you or you’re just receiving a love that isn’t fully for you.
After a failed relationship I wrote down the exact relationship I want in the future. In detail. Being 100% honest with myself. Not being scared to ask the universe for all I want! I promised myself I wouldn’t get into one again till it reflects exactly what I need/want. I am deserving of a magical loving, sexy, passionate, deep, liberating, orgasm after orgasm, embracing love. I got that shortly after (look at spirit!!! The fucking power of manifestation!) What type of love are you deserving of???
DREAM BIG. BE HONEST WITH YOURSELF.
Song- Insecurities by Syd.
(S.b. - This definitely does not include abusive relationships, that’s a whole deeper mindfucking situation)
6.29.22
Update/Discipline & Anxiety
I haven’t posted in a while, I have a really hard time committing to things and with discipline. I wasn’t always this way but I know it’s anxiety thats been inhibiting my ability to follow through with a lot of my ideas and goals. I get so anxious about the process I can’t even do it and then I get anxious for not doing it and beat myself up. Even when I force myself to do things I get so anxious about the end goal. A battle I’m fighting every day. I fucking hate that I could be so hard on myself especially when I have so much goodness to offer the world. I’m learning to be kinder to myself so that I could allow myself to let go and just be and do.
As I said I wasn’t always this way, there was a time that I was sooo disciplined with school and working out. I would go take my classes, study, eat and go straight to the gym and then come home and do my homework every day. I had a planner and I had to execute everything I wrote and I did. I would get straight As, dean’s list on the reg, reach fitness goals etc. I wasn’t fully happy though. I was very hard on myself, I would cry because I wanted to be the best student. I wanted to have the best body. Then I learned to live and to indulge in pleasure. Pleasure of having a social life, slowing down, working out but giving myself breaks, just flowing. It worked for a while. Then the pandemic happened. The world stopped. Deaths of loved ones. Police brutality. Anxiety heightened. Burn out. Weight fluctuated. Overeating. Self esteem fluctuated.
When Covid started It was my first year out of college. Entering real adulthood and a career. Thinking about all the possibilities but feeling so overwhelmed I can’t even! I want so much for me. I wanna be a fucking actress, successful creator, traveler, writer, doula, fit queen/weight lifter, model, and eventually a mom. I want to move away to another country. I gotta make all these things happen for myself and in my heart I know it will. Going through anxiety in this way is something I’ve never experienced till 2020. I’ve been trying to find little things I can do towards my goals so I don’t feel too overwhelmed. For example, I want to be more fit but committing to working out regularly has been tough so I commit to just stretching every day and then slowly added sit-ups, planks and push-ups and slowly adding more. The thought of working out regularly would make me overthink my weight, body image, if I’ll ever be happy with my body, if I’m just doing it because my internalized fat-phobia is so real… that’s just a glimpse of how my mind can fuck me up. I’m working on it every day, the little things will lead to the big things.
With that being said, I am committing and challenging myself to take this blog less serious post regular little things throughout time so that I could get into the swing of it instead of feeling so much pressure I can’t even blog! This is my journey. I gotta enjoy the ride! For me, so that I can be that bad ass a fucking actress, successful creator, traveler, writer, doula, fit queen/weight lifter, model, and eventually a mom.
I affirm; I am where I need to be. I have everything I need to succeed. This current journey is leading me to a bigger path.
Song: Silver lining - Jazmine Sullivan
Be Too Much, Ashley Hernández aka Odd Ashley.
2.6.22
Forgiveness/Confrontation.
I’ve always had a strange relationship with it. My Aquarius nature is to just let it all go, not judge, act like everything’s cool or to cut them out of my life completely. I’ve done a lot of cutting muthafuckas off these past years for how they did me. It doesn’t take away the heaviness of my feelings. Many times I don’t even violate or confront them like I want to in my head. I’ve visualized many times the type of shit I would say, practiced it even. Sometimes I would get upset that I didn’t hurt them like they hurt me. That I didn’t tell them off, read them like a muthafucking book the way I know I could but my heart won’t allow it especially if it's someone I love.
Often after a period of time they reach out and apologize for how they did me. They tell me how I didn’t deserve it and sometimes explain why they did what they did. In some ways it feels good to hear accountability and my heart wants to forgive and let them back in. I used to do that, but now I don’t.
I don’t when the pain is too deep to forget, when I know that I'll never be able to look at them the same ever again. When my body feels uncomfortable at the thought of having them back. My stomach literally turns and now I listen to that gut feeling.
Don’t get me wrong, it took me a WHILE to get here. The feeling of not pleasing someone I care for is something I had to work through. I hate making people feel uncomfortable or guilty even if they’re the one that got me fucked up but that’s done with. I’ve learned that forgiving from afar is enough for me sometimes. Thank you for your apology but I can't grant you a seat at the table. You don’t fit here. I will always want the best for those I love/loved. That doesn’t mean I’ll provide you with the peace of having a part of me. Find peace elsewhere. Please do better the next time you come across someone that makes you feel like I did.
For the past three years I’ve been strengthening my throat chakra. I’m finally starting to feel comfortable with confrontation. Challenging myself to say shit. At first the only real time I spoke about how someone has wronged me is when I couldn’t keep it in no longer. I would cry as I spoke and could barely breathe. Bitch I'll be shaking! But as they say “SPEAK EVEN IF YOUR VOICE SHAKES”. I had to challenge myself to speak up because if I didn’t it would again make me physically sick. Anxious, depressed. Waking up with stomach aches every day. I refused to keep hurting myself because I’m too scared to speak up. FUCK THAT SHIT and them too lol. What you feel matters and no matter how people try to gaslight you and say that you’re too sensitive, WHAT YOU FEEL MATTERS! You don’t need anyone to validate how they made you feel. It is valid. It needs to be heard. The ones that truly love you will respect that and hear you out and try to understand you. They will take it into consideration and those that don’t, don’t need to be in your life.
A reminder: YOU are in control, YOU decide who gets to experience you. Who gets a seat at your beautiful table. Make room for those that deserve to sit & tell that bitch to get up and get out if they don’t deserve to be there.
Song- One by Amber Mark
Con mucho Amor y pasión, Ashley Hernández aka Odd Ashley.
12.9.21
Today I admired myself in the mirror as I dressed a little more masculine. I felt good. I have always loved dressing this way and mixing that with a bit of femme, vice versa. That’s me. Which is why androgynous ass Teyana Taylor on Sweet Sixteen was a huge deal for me as a young girl.
I’ve been thinking a lot about what it means for me to be a Queer identified person. Growing up I’ve repressed my interest in anything other than cis boys/men.
I could go back to my earliest memories and think about my friends and I playing “house” where I was the daddy and they were the mommy and when we put that baby to sleep to do what “grown folks do”.... You know… kiss and dry hump LOL. I could go back to those memories of me as a young girl exploring in secret and it validates what I've always been…. A fucking dyke LOL jk.
No but seriously. I think about the fact that as a teen before I even started dating, my mom would ask me If I was gay since I didn’t bring any boys home for her to meet. How kissing my girl friends in High School was just for “fun”. How my first boyfriend looked at me and said “you look like you would like eating pussy” and this all validated that even others knew I was Queer. What did I do though? Repress, repress, repress. Conform, conform, conform.
I’ve always been uncomfortable with labels, I never said I was straight. I knew I wasn’t fully comfortable with that because even if I thought it was just sexual I knew I had some type of interest in women. I acted as a straight person would though, my tongue could only speak the language of heteronormativity. My planned out future included a fly ass husband who would impregnate me and spoil my ass. Women couldn’t be my future.
When I got out my long ass straight ass first relationship, I wrote in my goals for the year that I wanted to “Fuck a Woman for the first time”. Sexualizing women made it more comfortable for me to explore my sexuality. You know a little internalized misogyny always helps :)
The first time I did, I fucking fell in love like WTF? What a typical lesbian experience LOL. That shit GOOD, it was fast. deep. It was hot. Passionate. Filled with undeniable love. It was the first time I ever felt a love that was fully safe. It was scary ass fuck.
Over the last year, I’ve been unlearning so much of my heteronormative ways of thinking, speaking and acting. Relearning. Redefining. Reconnecting. It’s been such a journey to come into myself.
I don’t identify as Bi-sexual or pan, I’m just a queer woman that likes what she likes. Getting to say that out loud proudly and being outwardly queer with my partner has been such a joy. Letting myself finally let myself to intimately love someone who isn’t a cis man. Affirms that lil queer ass girl fucking around with her lil friends. Sheds light on a part of me that’s always been there waiting in the shadow of this hetero ass world.
I never resonated with the action of “coming out”, I personally feel like I’m warning someone that I eat pussy. I wouldn’t have to come out as straight so why would I as a queer person? You’d figure it out as if I share my love life or experiences. It's no secret but to me a pride flag doesn't have to be a part of my IG bio, I will not sit my family members or friends or colleagues down and look into their eyes and tell them that I like what I like especially not the ones that may be homophobic.
Now that I am tapping into my full authentic self, I get to mentor and help other women who had to repress their queerness and are nervous to take that leap. I get to be the one that young girls look to as an example of a Queer woman and inspire them to be that fully. They get to come to me and tell me about the girl in class they’re crushing on and how they got their first girlfriend. It brings me tears of joy.
To young Ashley, baby you iz gay. Do gay shit, it good :)
And to any queer babies that have yet to bloom, be patient and be kind to yourself. Do things on your own accord.
It hasn’t been easy but I am so proud to be here and growing.
Song- Only If - Steve Lacy.
Con mucho amor y passion, Ashley Hernández aka Odd Ashley.
12.2.21
FUCK IT...I decided to start blogging. I need a way to clear my mind that feels productive and caters to my main character syndrome. Also, I need a way to challenge myself to tell my story or my thoughts to see if anyone out there feels the same. To create connections with my own mind and spirit and with others that have been here before or are currently here with me. I’m going to be as honest as I can be. Truth is, I constantly think of dying (not in an unhealthy way but like yo we all dying someday) and I want to share myself so that whenever my time comes people can always go back and see where I was at one point in my life. I’m tired of overthinking and trying to perfect the way I express publicly (FUCK fake ass curated ass Instagram lol).
So here it goes;
I’m Ashley Hernández, 24. An Afro-latina from the grimmest city there is; New York City. I’m currently in transition. Have been for over a year+. Peeling all the layers that were placed upon me since birth that no longer have a home here. Finding a home in myself.
My clothes don’t feel right on my body most of the time, connections with people who meant the world are shifting since it don’t feel the same, constantly questioning if I’m where happiness lives for me. They do say that the 20 somethings (shoutout to my good sis SZA) is a time to connect to self. BUT BROOOOOO….. This shit is tough. Nothing in life is linear but I know that when I get to a place where I truly connect to my mind, body and spirit, things around me will reflect my evolved divine self. Pain will feel like a lesson instead of it resulting in fear. Fear to love. Fear to create and express. Fear to BE.
I’ve been questioning why I move the way I do in this world and where it stems from. If it’s truly me or is it what my parents or others taught me or society’s pressures. It’s been bitter sweet. There’s been ‘aha’ moments of like “WOW this past experience connects to why I’m doing this right now” or “bro my body is telling me this aint for me” and that brings clarity but it can also bring up pain. Pain of shedding and mourning my past self, relationships, habits.
I affirm; I’m refusing to let pain bring fear to my ability to ‘live, laugh, love’ the fuck?! I am worthy of feeling free within myself and in the world. I am my main source of peace.
What are we truly here for if we don’t get to dive in all the goodness this world has to offer? Why is pain so easy to get lost in?
My first nude shoot. I always look for ways I can push myself out of my comfort zone and this was an opportunity to. I was second guessing doing this shoot. Thinking about what others would say. Thinking about doing shooting nude scared me yet there was a thrill behind it. It’s important for me to do what scares me so that it does not have power over me. Fear HOLDS US BACK.
Being nude seems so taboo; something to be afraid of or shamed. I believe nudity is beyond beautiful and RAW. Under all our clothing is our skin. Our true form. The way we came into this earth. Nudity is to respected and honored. Nudity is art. Nudity is vulnerability.
Photos by @Knight.bertram (Via IG).