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Shay D. Potter currently serves in the U.S. Army by day and devotes the evenings and weekends to writing, videography, and podcasting. Follow on Instagram, Twitter, or YouTube. Join my newsletter to subscribe for Stories Worth Your Time™ and get access to pre-published chapters of my debut novel.
This article speaks to shy and introverted people who may struggle with building their confidence and offers a 4-step path to tackle it.
To hold your own points of view in this world — that, to me, is the foundation to building your confidence.
Shy and introverted people often lack self-confidence. There, indeed, are many external factors that affect one’s confidence. But what about internal factors?
I believe the biggest internal drivers are our thoughts and the wheelhouse of ideas we naturally carry. Somewhere along the path of life, shy people get bombarded and experience a drowning out of their…
This essay aims to inspire mothers of masculine ‘girls’ and furthers the conversation about female masculinity. The viewpoints expressed in this essay are solely the author’s personal experience.
So let’s cut to the chase: Masculine ‘girls’ are not girls.
This will certainly raise eyebrows, and the scientific community ‘experts’ will make it known that this is factually not true. “Women are biologically women, period,” they will assert, regardless of gender presentation.
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“I was terrified to go back and unlock the crate that was my box of feelings I long-held and stocked away, never wanting to face them. But I knew I had to do just that. How could I help others straight-faced if I was not willing to do the dirty work myself? The challenge of facing my past — it was not easy. But this challenge was the very thing…
What does a parent go through when they learn that their child is gay? It never really occurred to me what my mom was experiencing when I came out to her. But it makes me wonder and think back to the shifting moment of truth.
As I slowly prompted my mother through selective childhood memories, her eyes froze when I stated matter-of-factly, “Mom, I’m gay.”
She barely even blinked. As if she was still processing what she heard and trying to match it with what she knew to be true. Or so she thought. The waitress walked over and asked…
How did we get here? The mere thought of how one flag brings such relief and a welling of emotion for one man brings immense pride and connectedness to another. One man cries because he wants to become visible, and another man rages because he is becoming invisible. The dichotomy of the Confederate flag is as complex as two adjoined twins. It is the hip that binds our two separate souls, our two separate hearts, and our two separate minds.
I wanted to take a different approach to encourage discourse and discussion. I wanted to explore and transplant myself into…
I want —
I want to feel powerful. Like the quiet sage in the room. With a posture that fills the cubic space. And energetic waves directing our floating souls forward. Go.
I want to become grounded. Like our grandmama’s wisdom in an old quiet shack. Short-statured with thick, protruding leg limbs that seem to reach down beneath the earthy soils. Her raspy whispers had comforted our anxious hearts. Stand.
I want to speak with a rumble. Like an erupted volcano on a far-oft island. With a bellowed chest and high heights, my words travel far. Calling wounded hearts and…
This short story takes the reader inside a transmasculine girl’s first shopping experience for (and wearing of) their first custom-fitted suit. Clothes are important to how we feel and often our first means to express our truest selves. I hope this story encourages good friends or allies to support the JaQs in our world.
Dialing JaQ’s phone…
“Hey, JaQ! Good to see you again. So, what’s going on with you?”
“Oh, yeah! Congrats on your first job interview. That is great.”
“Are you excited? No…Why not?”
“Oh, you don’t know what to wear. I see.”
“Is it you don’t know…
You can’t contain evil. It will eventually, like a rabid dog, turn on its creator.
You ever have an experience where you try to warn people that a boogie man really does exist — only to meet cold, distant responses labeling your account of this deranged terror as concocted, outlandish, and bearing no truth.
For years, blacks have professed about the dangers of the boogie man. The one who walks in the city lights and night bushes. A boogie man so relentlessly cold and calculating in his quest to grind Black, Brown, and Jewish flesh into mincemeat, even burning char…
Without the right tools, finding our way in life can be a challenge. As a young lieutenant in the U.S. Army, a sage drill sergeant often baked into us how to find our markers in the woods. So, I applied his advice to life.
A long time ago, I learned how to navigate the woods to find my ‘there.’
My drill sergeant told us over and over that no matter what,
‘Read the terrain and you will get to YOUR ‘there’’.
I didn’t quite understand the real lesson.
I thought he was teaching us literal navigation and map reading skills…