October 2011
26 posts
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Relaxed, Focused, Jaded, and Pessimistic. Thinking...
we all get raised to be white.
at the conception of our reality genocide. violence. rape. death. are all intricately woven in what it means to live. to be in the real. and that is a simple truth of life. but who wants to talk about that? instead we get raised. taught to exist in excess of the conception. to be in the real. and now that i have completely crossed the line of opening something i...
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“It cannot be assumed that the conditions of domination alone were sufficient to...”
– Saidiya Hartman, Scenes of Subjection, 59
“we think by feeling. what is there to know?… i wake to sleep and take my...”
– kurt elling, the waking
reflection.
today is the first day in a bit that im relaxing. really relaxing. by myself. the only words ive spoken has been “see you later” to my roommate as she left this morning. of course i did my best rendition of erykah’s “i want you” in the shower. but thats just between me and the bird that rest outside the bathroom window sill.
im going to write a story. about...
early mornings.
im not sure if i was awakened by the wind blowing sheets of rain across my window or the dream i was having about a certain boy. either way, they were both unwelcome at six am.
hello day.
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dating in chicago. things said that make me want...
“there is really nothing on the southside.”
“this neighborhood used to be really good, but its going down.”
“you are very articulate.” (i’ve said nothing profound at any point in time)
“what’s your mix?”
the use of the word “ghetto” outside of a context that is referencing the forced containment of Black bodies from the...
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and then i was black.
its quite funny the way the spirits work.
friday night before i headed out to dance, i got caught on tumblr in a conversation with howtobenoladarling. we briefly discussed the way in which skin tone, colorism, and antiBlackness operate in conversations surrounding the “valuing” of “light skin” and the humorous nature in day-to-day rhetoric focused on standards of Black...
Sometimes...
Sometimes, I wish I wasn’t me Sometimes, I wish I was drug free Sometimes, wish I saw the exit sign first Sometimes, wish I knew the truth without search Sometimes, I wish I could go where I never been See what I never saw, do what I never did Or walk before I could crawl
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Sometimes, wish I knew life with no pain, yeah Wish I held the keys to this game Sometimes, I pretend...
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“Not only humans made the Crossing, traveling only in one direction through Ocean...”
– M. Jacqui Alexander, “Pedagogies of the Sacred: Making the Invisible Tangible” in her book, Pedagogies of Crossing: Meditations on Feminism, Sexual Politics, Memory, and the Sacred (pg. 289-290)
dancing like nobody's business! thank you chicago.
- Wednesday Night: The Whistler in Wicker Park Slo’Mo: Slow Jams for Homos (and their fans) DJ Tess!
-Thursday Night: Beauty Bar Dam-Funk After Party! featuring Dam-Funk (DJ set) along with: Abyss, Zainghas Khan, & Raj Mahal
- Friday Night: Splash in Boystown gross ass gay club music, but i found the stage errrtime beyonce came on. and vogued it out with a lovely group of black queers.
-...
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my drunk poem. or an ode to my friend James Bliss....
i hope a white person reblogs this shit
so people will read my shit
black and queer and i don’t give a fuck
mostly black though
cuz queer people that aren’t black
tend to give a fuck
about all my black shit
so i write black queerly
which is on some other shit
so i hope a white person reblogs this shit
so people will read my shit
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“So what can we do to fight against the bastardization (mockery) of Blackness?...”
– Chinyere Cindy Amobi
“i am tired of going through towns and cities, divided into sections where the...”
– Kuwasi Balagoon, “Brink’s Trial Opening Statement,” in Kuwasi Balagoon, a soldier’s story: writings by a revolutionary New Afrikan anarchist
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Law & Order SVU messed up my order of...
Sex and violence—the relationship between these two words is hashed out in popular media on the NBC series Law & Order: Special Victims Unit. I’m not sure what it says about my implications or myself (since when are the two mutually exclusive?) in patriarchal sexual violence when I am completely captivated by the show—a show that focuses on the investigation and subsequent prosecution of cases...
reflection.
one day my post will have pictures in them again.
it will be because i like the art.
but also because i want more likes and reblogs.
shameless.
Radical Community Radio: A Roundtable Discussion... →
reflection.
i woke up this morning writing.
then i found out beyonce had a video for “countdown.”
and well…
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do i miss orange county?
it feels good to be in chicago
it feels good to be around black folk
it feels good to be with and in these new things
it feels good to see the people
it feels even better to see a white baby
under the age of three
that looks at me
and im not the first nigger its ever seen
it feels good to be away
far far away.
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myopic books.
went down to wicker park on sunday and spent sometime amidst the used books at myopic
walked away with:
Mitchell Duneier, Slim’s Table: Race, Respectability, and Masculinity
Gayle Pemberton, The Hottest Water in Chicago: Notes of a Native Daughter
Patricia J. Williams, Open House: Of Family, Friends, Food, Piano Lessons, and the Search for a Room of My Own
Lerone Bennet Jr., The...
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fuck what you heard
for the last two or so weeks ive been here in chicago ive been following thelstop.org for events and clubs to be at.
my philosophy: where there are some bad-ass lesbians (particularly Black ones) there is bound to be a good time. and so far it has worked well. not only have i met some pretty dope ass womyn. each spot we’ve hit has been a nice hipster queer scene with the spectrum of LGBT...
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new winds.
anew.
ive lost count the number of times ive started. restarted. proofed. and attempted to finish this entry now. my long awaited (if only in my mind) first account of my time in chicago. the place that whispered my name a few months ago. i started negrosunshine as an account of my final days in california. a kind of (w)rapping of my necessary black queer living shaped and experienced. always...
