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"THE HOME OF GOOD VIBES."WE CREATED THIS SPACE WITH THE INTENT TO "WOO" YOUR MIND. THE EXPENSIVE TASTE, THE AURA, THE AESTHETIC, AND THE CULTURE. IT'S WHO WE ARE.
"THE CLASS OF 10."EVERYBODY'S GOT THE RIGHT TO LIVE THEIR LIFE THE WAY THEY WANT TO, BUT ONLY A 10 CHOOSES TO DO IT. SENSUALITY FLOWS THROUGH OUR VEINS, IT'S HOW WE SPEAK, HOW WE CONNECT.
ONCE YOU LET YOUR TONGUE TASTE THE WORDS, REST ASSURED IT WILL LEAVE A MARK - CONSIDER THIS A PROMISE FROM YOUR FAVOURITE SOUL PROVIDER.
"THE REAL RULER OF THE WORLD." A WISE MAN ONCE SAID, "SUCCESS COMES FROM DOING THE THINGS YOU LOVE MOST." LOVE IS FOUND WITHIN EVERY RICH SOUL. IN10MACY EMPOWERS YOU TO BE THAT RICH, PURE AND WHOLE SOUL. LOVE IS PURPLE.
LOVE IS THE TRUTH. LOVE IS 10.
THERE’S A MENTALITY THAT LIVES IN IRELAND
—AND IT DON’T JUST SURVIVE
...IT SHAPE-SHIFTS AND RECYCLES PAIN.
NOT 'CAUSE IRISH FOLK ARE WEAK.
NAH.
IT’S 'CAUSE SOMEWHERE DOWN THE LINE,
WE GOT STRONG FOR THE WRONG REASONS.
SEE — WHEN YOU’RE RAISED IN SURVIVAL,
YOU START MISTAKING HURT FOR HERITAGE,
PAIN FOR PRIDE,
AND YOU START CALLING SILENCE A LOVE LANGUAGE.
BUT STRIP THE FLAGS.
WIPE THE ACCENTS.
TAKE THE COLOR OUT THE PICTURE —
AND IRELAND DON’T LOOK THAT DIFFERENT FROM AFRICA.
TWO LANDS.
ONE LEGACY:
COLONIZED. BROKEN. PROUD. STILL HEALING.
THEY TEACH US TO KEEP OUR HEADS DOWN.
TO NOT FEEL TOO LOUD.
TO NEVER DREAM PAST THE POSTCODE OR THE PINT IN YOUR HAND.
AND SO WE PASS IT ON:
THE TRAUMA.
THE MISTRUST.
THE SILENT VIOLENCE.
WE WEAR IT LIKE A BADGE.
CALL IT “BEING REAL.”
CALL IT “THE CULTURE.”
BUT LET’S BE REAL —
THAT’S NOT CULTURE.THAT’S COPING.
AND NOBODY TOLD US THIS:
WHEN YOU HATE YOUR NEIGHBOUR,
YOU’RE REALLY JUST HATING THAT PART OF YOURSELF
YOU WERE TOLD NOT TO LOVE.
'CAUSE THE ENEMY AIN’T ALWAYS THE SYSTEM.
SOMETIMES IT’S THE SOFTWARE THE SYSTEM INSTALLED —
AND WE NEVER STOPPED TO QUESTION THE CODE.
SO YEAH…
THIS PIECE?
IT AIN’T JUST ABOUT IRELAND.
IT’S ABOUT ANYWHERE THAT’S BEEN TAUGHT TO THINK SMALL,
FIGHT CLOSE,
AND STAY SILENT.
THIS IS THE IRISH MENTALITY.
AND UNLESS WE UNPACK IT?
WE’RE GONNA RAISE ANOTHER GENERATION OF MEN WHO KNOW HOW TO FIGHT —BUT DON’T KNOW WHAT THEY’RE FIGHTING FOR.
Meet Darragh Flynn.
White Irish. Born in Crumlin.
Never left the block — but his heart travelled farther than his postcode ever did.
He grew up with boys who looked nothing like him —
Black boys with rough fades and real laughter.
Congolese mamas who fed him when his own house ran cold.
Nigerian pops who told him to fix his posture when he got too proud too early.
He didn’t know there was a “difference”
until someone told him to cop on.
He never felt like the “majority.”
Not when he was learning how to scrap at 12.
Not when he was learning how to split a chicken fillet roll four ways after school.
Not when he cried after his boy’s brother got bagged.
But his ma didn’t understand.
“Them lot won’t ride for you like you think, Darragh.”
“You’re white. Don’t forget that.”
But what did that even mean to a boy raised on bass-lines, belly laughs, and blended families?
He never chose to be anything but loyal.
So when the system saw his skin as currency,
and the culture questioned his intent —
he felt like a hybrid.
Too real for the system.
Too white for the struggle.
Darragh’s da was old school.
Hard hands. Hard silence.
Everything was solved with a pint, a pun, or a punch.
Talk about your feelings?
“You a bleedin’ rapper now, yeah?”
But something shifted the day his best mate got pulled aside in front of a shop —
no reason, no explanation, just skin and suspicion.
Darragh tried to laugh it off like the others.
But it didn’t sit right.
Not when the same pig gave him a nod two minutes later.
That’s when he realised:
“This isn’t just about where we’re from. It’s about what they see.”
And for the first time,
Darragh saw it too.
He started reading more.
Listening harder.
Started checking his mates — even his ma — when they said things that didn’t sit right in his spirit.
He didn’t become “woke.”
He just got honest.
Honest about the way Ireland mirrors America in more ways than we like to admit.
Honest about how colonial trauma didn’t just touch the land — it coded our minds.
Honest about how he was raised to believe his whiteness was a shield —
but he chose to be a bridge instead.
“I’m not trying to be Black."
I’m just try’na be real.
'Cause real recognises real — and silence ain’t my language no more.”
Darragh isn’t perfect.
He’s still learning, still unlearning, still slipping on the tongue sometimes.
But now?
Now he’s intentional.
Now he’s loud when it matters.
Now he’s a Ten.
Not 'cause he’s flawless —
but 'cause he knows what’s broken
and still chooses to love loudly, intelligently, and with purpose.
THIS AIN’T JUST A STORY ABOUT IRELAND.
It’s about what happens when pain gets passed down like property.
It’s about boys who were taught silence was survival —
and men who unlearned it just in time.
Darragh’s not a savior. He’s a mirror.
Proof that growth ain’t reserved for the oppressed or the privileged —
but for anyone brave enough to question what raised them.
So if this story shook something in your bones —
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'Cause IN10MACY ain’t just a platform.
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A space where we heal the hard way —
with truth, tenderness, and that raw 10 perspective.
And we’re just getting started.
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Signing off — but never silent.
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Born on the first year of the greatest century to ever exist, its only makes sense that a name like mine was a part of the equation. But even a ni**a like me got no blueprint. With mortals like 2Pac, Hugh Hef’, and the Great Gatsby breathing, the youth in me figured out the game. After all, real recognizes real. But what did ‘real’ mean to a ten-year-old me?