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Deliciously Ridiculous Ridiculously Delicious
Yeah right now.
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Anybody name the first major party Presidential Candidate?
Hint: She didn't have to be the new black cause gasp she WAS black.
But you know what I fucking LOVE right now.
That my skin , my race, my culture is a fucking punchline cause god forbid anybody not want to pave the fucking path with rose petals to the white house.
SO making fun and invalidating voters choices and mocking race and wah wah.
It's oaky to mock a black woman and a nation of women who may support and enjoy her as FEMINISTS
and to use race to do so because Hillary has it so hard and she could be the first
except she wasn't .
FIRST FUCKING OFF LEARN SOME GOD DAMN HISTORY YOU RACIST PETTY MYOPIC ENTITLED ASSHOLES
but hey lets erase some more brown bodies ( including someone who was THE ACTUAL FUCKING NOMINEE)
cause your fucking figurehead trophy president ( who is actually you know DANGEROUS to my rights)
isn't getting the cakewalk she wanted.
And just to note
I haven't seen Oprah since 2006.
But right were gonna build bridges and fix rifts in feminism and progressivism and liberalism.
I'm a bitch and I am actually black.
Ain't shit new about it.
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I'm annoyed.
And I'm annoyed intersectionally at a few different points. Wait lets make that PISSED. Not that wohoo righteous angry pissed but that , okay and you see me I am going to make some trouble , cause there is certain ish you just don' play with
First and fore most .
Please.
PLEASE
Whatever you can do to help the Southall Black Sisters . They need your written support if you have financial support. Heck if you got a blog and keyboard. Please link away across the universe.
Maybe it's because they make me think of the wonderful women of UBUNTU ,
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Uh Someone tell me what to write free suggestion AWAY
Anything you want to know.
It's not that I have nothing to write but i feel i been pendantic so fire Questions AWAY
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You know those lazy good for nothing young people the ones that can't be trusted to speak for themselves.
They are willing to walk seven miles to get to vote .
GOD DAMN IT I LOVE MY PEOPLE!
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The first person I remember touching my genitalia
Essentially called me a whore.
That's how I remember it. That's how I always will.
Even though for ten years I didn't remember it.
I could have told you how it happened , where it happened, when . I could tell you all the real reason it wasn't so bad , even though writing about it right now makes me shaky and more than a little uncomfortable.
I remember it because of theatre. I studied with a wonderful professor Andrew Borthwick Leslie ( who should have a website but scroll down), What Linklatter technique does is make you aware of the places and areas you hold tension. I hold my tension in my tongue. As shocking as it sounds , on of the characteristics of my speech is how much I hold back . It's bad, to the point every vocal teacher I have ever had has reached into my mouth to pull it out.
My classical teachers viewed it as a technique problem, Andrew said it was me physically keeping things back. It was my body physically trying to keep it self from telling it's own truth. My body would have violent spectacular meltdowns to prevent me from speaking out loud my own attachments to certain life events.
I did not want to admit to my own life, it might break me apart.
We can not admit, how far we have gone, how short we have come , how little we have grown , how much we have changed.
These last two weeks have had events that made me seriously think about admittance, and to me the y all circle back to this concept of love .
What struck me most is that in a testimony by a woman who was taken*, she talks about literally being told her family did not exist. Remembering her siblings and her parents and KNOWING they were real and being told no , you better not.
What kind of love keeps that memory in front of all those odds, what kind of love keeps a family knocking on doors , a father walking door to door, a woman able to pick out her niece 20/30 years later?
What is the magnitude of love you have to bear , and what is the magnitude of heartache you deal with when that love is not enough ? What do you have to do to live through that ?
And what happens when with less than an hour , those years of cognitive dissonance , those years of emptiness and disconnection, that pain that every time you say your face , or a baby , or a car.
Is accepted not as your imagination but as fact. That it is not only accepted as fact but acknowledged that your work your life is what made it happen. That the conversation shifts ever so subtly from did it even happen , to this is what it is ,how we feel about it is a direct reflection of who we are?
Is it enough? OF COURSE NOT. But what shocked me is how little was needed to give so many people even the beginnings of some peace , and how VIOLENTLY it was denied.
But what does this have to do with sex Amazon?
On valentine's day one of the big events is the Vagina Monologues.
I have a strange history with that play , as I started out loving it , so much so I stuttered when I met the advertiser at college,went to being perturbed, having an overt twitching reaction, to just moving
What bothered me I guess and I am only recently able to come close to even remotely articulating it so excuse me as I flub was
everything it said was true , but for so many it was the truth.
In so much as , as a young woman of color I felt /feel used. I was only there to provide tales of damage and pain or comedy . To stop domestic violence that never did seem to focus on me and mine.
Because yes after a massive car accident scared out of my thirteen year old mine and wondering if my organs were punctured a doctor examined me and said
" This a very mature *wink wink* 13 year old"
And I responded and felt "wrong"
and have had intimacy issues ever since.
That is not my life, that my relationship with my body didn't start there and won't end there, that as much as there is pain there is joy and life
And to realize that this is what all discussions centered around my body's place in the world felt like.
That as a piece of property, or a child, or an amorphous ideal I would have to pull back on what I spoke and how I spoke it for to be good enough to be worth care
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It is the return
of
SEX WITH THE AMAZON
This years week long ( or seven post whatevers longer) event shall feature exchanges with Sylvia my wifey and possibly and random odes and turn on's. Meditations on the serious the silly and finally were gonna define what in the hell is bringing sexy back and whether Justin Timberlake has to do with it.
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So last week "Super Tuesday" I declared a holiday Fannie Lou Hamer Week. In which I am thankful to one of my heroes and more importantly I try to think and operate in the way I beleive she would ask me to. Then I had a SIX DAY work week.
and in my well I don't get to write or perform or think or breathe . I shut my whiny privileged ass up and realized that was a much part of my holiday as was declaring it because you know what change takes work. And what was my heroine but an agent of change.
The other is observation , the ability to look at what is going on around you and see places for growth
To be aware and to be willing to SPEAK
also to laugh , even in gallows humor to be in your
SO in no particular order thoughts/ideas/future posts/random musings as brought on by my new fave holiday
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Some days I am okay.
And some days I have dreams of falling teeth and wandering streets bleeding from my mouth in tears and wake up unsure of my mouth of my teeth of my very being.
Because I call for her and know in dreams that she may not come. And know some day there is no may.
She will not come.
Knowing she loves me , infuriates me , envies me, worries for me, worries me.
Knowing what I am.
I am her daughter, and hers and hers as well.
" To be a woman you must learn to be a daughter".- Toni Morisson Tar Baby
To dream of losing teeth in our culture is to dream of death or illness. And I am scared, worrying about how it could get worse or will get worse, having lived a life where " it could be worse " often sounded like a weather forecast rather than plea or tempt of fate.
Yet it never felt like all we had was it could be worse.
When we didn't have food, when we barely had shelter, when we nearly had no family, to when our family was scattered, to and to and to again.
Because of my mother.
She is ill , she will be for the rest of her life.
I went from barely telling people hesitant to speak it aloud , to make it real , to a child like relief of being able to tell a big secret.
Hello , My mother has MS, my dad s deported, and the United States government has spent more time in my life than it has balancing the budget since Truman!
Part of me wishing that the mysterious matter in her brain that is disintegrating would grow back.
But no.
You see my mom is the only person who touches my hair the way I do. Each curl seperate m loved individual. To her my hair is not as it is for most of the world some imposing mystifying seductive cloud .
It is something she made, and loves.
I am her daughter.
I am here because of her. I admire her stubbornness. I am in awe of it at times. But most of all I treasure it , and thank God and the Orisha's for it .
It is why I am here.
No one wanted me here.
I may talk about it or hint at it , but very early in my life and before she even told me I was aware my mother
Was not supposed to have me.
She had miscarried twice before and would twice after, had just come to America, and was holding a good job.
And I kicked her.
She was told it was folly, all she would do if she had me was clean houses.
And so she did.
You see when folks talk about reproductive rights, and the whole abortion sex abortion meme spins . I must be honest I can't be dispassionate, about it's meaning or its co option and erasure.
I am what happens when a black woman exercised her reproductive rights in the 80's. She works for paltry health care 40 or more hours a week , still does not make enough to not need food stamps, or have decent health care, or ever finish that degree.
Raises her daughter on people's floors , ignoring intermittent dizzy spells,fainting spells when her daughter needs to go to good schools, vomiting, losing children
Because she decided to have a little girl to have hair to play with, even though I only gave it to her now.
When I finished Tar Baby . I HATED Jadine Childs and still do . Like most it is because of the things I saw in her that have/had hated myself, the desire to be good, to be white, to thank the WRONG people the white people with power and money rather than the woman who breaks her back and while I have come to the right side in my mind. That shame doesn't go
I am her daughter and she had me when NO ONE valued a lil brown baby.
And I think in pieces mostly these days my ADD exacerbated by stress and a tiredness that leaves me often walking from room to room, watching her sleep making sure she is breathing. Culminating in a weeping session outside a burger joint on the Upper East Side
Having to gird myself up to tell my boss I need a schedule change, Doing a budget and realizing I make enough to not tank my FICO score any lower also realizing I have to start free lancing as I Make enough to survive but not to hopefully " take her off her feet"
Even in illness she pushes me better.
And I think about what to do , about what I will say in March about being a young woman of color. In a place where I don't feel safe, or valued
And the only thing I can think of is
We must learn to be daughters.
Even as I write this in awe of this woman who I love , I also remember the fear and shame she instilled in me for my sexuality and spirituality.
I remember her anger and her frustrations.
Her pigheadness and her ignorance
And I love her more.
Not because of them but because she was my mother and she taught me how to deal with them , that even when she was scared and perturbed she never let me be evil to those who would beg, or she would ask God to be better every night.
How she would counsel anyone
And how big that effect is /was/ ever will be on me.
And i think of friends whose mothers were not mine. Bandied by addictions abuse, government violence.
And that effect.
And I think we must learn to see the world as daughters.
To walk not claiming nothing has harmed us , or we can overcome it , but that it has formed us lovingly , uinlovingly, painfully and truthfully , that our mothers, our streets, our fathers, our lovers have birthed us in some ways.
setting us out to make ourselves.
Birthing others, loving them , holding them, betraying them. We cast out webs and entanglements and it is not the solution to cut them but to use them to make us stronger.
And I realize I see this at 23 because I am her daughter.
And i Get mad when people talk about these choices she's made this life she bore in theories.
I get mad when the Patriot Act is a set of words that just is Anti - American rather than the thing that tore her husband away.
I get mad when folks talk about Welfare Reform as a move to work instead of the thing that stopped her schooling.
I get mad when people say not voting for someone who would support these things is me saying I don't love women when I love this woman and so many like her so much.
And I am her daughter and realized itis this that made me carve a path to do something about what I am knowing.
Knowing that she avoided getting a MRI for nearly 15 years because she couldn't afford it , that was not her right. Because she was scared , didn't want to scare me, had no time, had no health insurance.
Because she didn't want to know.
And I am FURIOUS. I am angry she could do this to ME to herself to us. I am angry she ever had to make that chance.
And then I am awed. I am full of laughter amazed at her WILL. I want to tell people
" My well of sheer obstinacy HAS YET TO BE TAPPED"
I want to fight the world and laugh and bounce on my heels and say my mother fought the WORLD
I CAN DO ANYTHING CAUSE I AM HER DAUGHTER!
and then I also understand she fought her brain and her body
And I pray she can fight them more.
and I am 6ft tall 200+ pounds curled into her 5'7 170 and dropping watching her play with my hair
Every curl precious and I listen for her breath
Running my tongue against my teeth thanking whoever will listen that for now she is still here.
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In the spirit of me for one day talking about good things
I GET TO BRAG ON MY FRIENDS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
First and foremost
GIVE KORTNEY WHATEVER YOU CAN AND GIVE IT TILL IT HURTS
I personally think and have always thought that the real power of media was not about making power structures remaking power structures or becoming big and shiny, but about telling the truth.
Not in giving voice to the voice less but about tearing away the pretense that their is such a thing as voiceless people. Rather than a society that creates the illusion they are. And to tell the stories of how they live ( not struggle not survive but live ) so that when we move forward in society that rather than an illusory compilation of memes and falshoods we work form the reality of life.
Blackademic was/is ( I know Kortney but I get to be hopeful) one of those blogs. One of the best.
SO how shocked are you that her film is one of those.
Ooh and best believe at WAM I'mma hustle at least my session if not all of em in that tank top .
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Next up the boys
Who have a super hero nickname that only one of them knows and I will not tell them cause no.THEy don't answer emails when I volunteer to cook for them and yet I Still love them. But I wubber these three gentlemen for different reasons, and their all talented.
And wonderful
and caring
and smart
and hot. Three different kinds of HOT
Perfectly dreamy! ( I did that for the SOLE purpose of annoying at least two of em should they find this)
My name is Blackamazon I am an imp
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WARREN HAS A WEBSITE WARREN HAS A WEBSITE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
So warren was the guest capstone writer for the Carnival of Radical Education ( which IS getting it's on website)
He's also a game designer, and a poet and a writer, one of the loves of my life.
With a twisted sense of humor a love of postmodernism ( also hes the kind of friend you can have what has now been a SIX YEAR debate on post modernism with . I still hold firm Hip Hop is postmodern , Irony and sarcasm are not they are just lazy . Also post modernism only has value as it grounds people in the effects of the performative aspects of our society's effect on individualism, which irony and sarcasm don't do.Warren believes they have some value. Warren is a kinder person than I am)
But his use of words and his thoughts and ability are a must see GO NOW!
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Carlos is going to the World Poetry Slam for louderarts! *KERMIT YELL*
I love him well for many reasons
but most importantly
How many human beings can make the phrase
" THIS IS THE SNACK" so adorable.
At the
old
DUSTY
so much older than I am
age of
25.
Here's to old man Gomez.
He makes fun of me for being young so he's now old.
( plus one of my favorite women said I could keep her at the event he won at bonus points for that)
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Last and Not Least ( it occurs to me I put my peeps in height order HEE )
My knight in shining SHINY!
besides being wonderful and talented and awesome and generally just fantastic
I have a special love for this human being right here.
He is tall. wears interesting jewelry
and has tattoos
Which means EVERYTIME and I do mean EVERYTIME I see him I go " HI"
*proceeds to physically investigate,poke, and stare unabashedly cause well SHINY*
and he doesn't run away screaming He is good peoples!
And tall! Really TALL!
with absurdly long eyelashes that as a female who has poked herself in the pupil with a mascara wand ,I growl in his general direction
HE"S PUTTING OUT AN ALBUM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
and you can see him!
AND YOU SHOULD!
BRENT SHUTTLEWORTH ALBUM RELEASE SHOW - BUY TICKETS NOW!
The Zipper Factory
336 W. 37th Street
(between 8th & 9th Avenues)
Saturday, Feb. 23rd
9:00pm
TICKETS ON SALE NOW:
www.zippertheater.com powered by OvationTix
( expect this one for most of February)
PLUS
Dear Lord
He's pretty
*dodges incoming tailwap*
AM EXPLOITING FOR FRIEND WIFEY EXPLOITING FOR FRIEND!
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