a dump post
(because your girl needs coins & a lil' praise)
Okay so—
✨This is not a drill.✨
I need money.
Not fake money. Not vibes. Not thoughts and prayers.
Actual coins. Real dollars. Tangible tender.
And before you ask—no, I haven't committed a crime (yet), but the way these bills are billin’... don’t tempt me. Orange may not be my color, but baby, I will turn this into a musical if I have to.
If you’re wondering why I’m so blunt about it, it’s because I’ve tried every other version:
“Support the work I do!”
“Help me continue creating!”
“Your contribution makes a difference!”
Cue soft piano music and a tear down one cheek
Not y’all scrolling past me like I’m PBS pledge week.
So let me say it plain:
If I don’t have food, I don’t have fuel.
If I don’t have fuel, I can’t write.
If I can’t write, I can’t grow this platform.
If I can’t grow this platform… why is the algorithm playing in my face?!
I’ve been here, I’ve been writing, I’ve been telling my business with flair, and the growth is… not giving what it’s supposed to give. I should have 500+ subscribers by now and at least 50 paid ones. But the math is not mathing.
That said, I still believe in this space.
I still believe in you reading this.
And I still believe I’m hella good at what I do.
So if you’ve ever vibed with my work, laughed at my chaos, cried at my sacred ramblings, or said “damn, that’s real”—now’s the time to show love with dollars:
💸 $8.88/month = Full access to everything
🗝️ Archives, podcast episodes (Hyphy Girl Mode slaps), exclusive drops, and the satisfaction of being a real one.
Prefer one-time giving or monthly support outside of this platform? Gotchu:
Cash App: $KClay510
Venmo: KaTrina-Clay
PayPal:Kclay2190
Even $1 goes a long way in my world. (That’s like… 1/3 of a bag of Hot Cheetos and 100% of my gratitude.)
Anyway. Life update?
Yes, I’m still a single mom. Still an unpaid caregiver. Still navigating county aid. Still in school (week three at Southern New Hampshire University!). But today something clicked:
This is my life. And I’m gonna handle it.
I’ve been slowly moving toward that realization for weeks—like some weird spiritual GPS finally rerouting me after I took 97 detours. But today? It felt true. Like... I felt it in my bones. Might’ve been the ashes necklace I finally put on my altar (yes, that one, with my dad’s ashes in it—now guarding my whole vibe). It shifted something. Made me remember who the hell I am.
I can’t control everything.
But I can keep showing up.
With honesty, with magic, with messy brilliance.
And yes—with bills that still need paying.
🎉 Bonus: I’ve got a night out planned in two weeks. First one since May 31st (do you know how long that is in mom years?!). I will be out in the world pretending I don’t have three spreadsheets, an essay, and somebody’s meds to refill.
👴🏽 AND I’m going to Mississippi next month to finally meet my Granny’s brother—whom she hasn’t seen since 1963 and whom none of us have ever met in real life. I’ve written about his story a few times (that alone is worth a subscription tbh).
So yeah. This post is a little messy. A little chaotic. A little divine.
Just like me.
If you’re able to support—thank you. If you’re already a paid subscriber—you’re everything. If you read this and felt seen—you’re not alone.
We keep going.
Love you for real,
KaTrina 💅🏽✨💛