Back before everyone was proud to be assholes, whores and open with their sexuality, there was DPM. I am not sure if you all recall my alter-ego, DopePussMosby, but she is still very much alive. I gave myself that name back in 2009 because I wanted to be seen. I wanted to let every single man and woman know that I was not afraid of my sexuality or my thoughts. She came to be the brick wall between me and anything that had any intentions of hurting me. She wasn’t someone made up. Every single part of her was me.
She was the me that never bit her tongue. The me that didn’t care what anyone said or thought of her. The me that had absolutely no filter whatsoever. DPM became infamous.
Mesh and I actually had a whole argument about me changing my name. Even people told me they couldn’t follow me because of my Twitter name. A good friend of mine, Kleph Dollaz, made me see that I could be so much greater than just some infamous person on Twitter. And that’s when I realized that Mesh had been right all along. Rest in peace to both of those angels.
Just like I had to give up my tongue ring, I had to leave behind that name. I was beginning to be recognized and I was ashamed to have my grandfather read about my notoriety. My pseudonym is what really made me stand out. I never considered my pseudonym as bad or offensive because I never thought I would succeed and be anyone of importance. Lord knows I would hate for Oprah to bring that name up in an interview, but that’s how I had to start thinking. Everyone has to grow up at some point and think about the consequences of their actions, and I had given birth to a queen. I am raising a woman that not only will have to deal with the normal stigmas of the world, but she will also have to live with the fact her mother is DPM.
Now, THAT is not totally a bad thing.
Because DPM is also my spine, my brass balls. She is the great queen created from defeat, despair, fear, pain, and deceit. She is the rose that grew in the cracks of the sidewalk.
Although, I changed my social media name and even stopped from doing music reviews, DPM never left. She was buried under responsibilities to my children and this world. But any time I was disrespected or felt I wasn’t being treated as I should, DPM would rear her head.
Sadly, she shows up full throttle when I consume alcohol.
I say sadly because that goes against everything I am trying to build. She was created based on the assumption I would never be famous or a NY Times Bestselling author. BUT I understand her purpose and I don’t think I ever want her to go away.
I am Kaz. I am a strong black woman. I am a person battling with mental illness and alcohol addiction. I am a woman who isn’t embarrassed about her sexuality. I am a woman who will fight. I am a writer. I am a dreamer. I am a mother. I am me. I am DopePussMosby.
But just call me Kaz.
Always yours truly
Just Kaz LLC 