The work is a tour de force if not for the sheer breadth of content, then for the refusal of its sweeping verse to comfort when comfort is not on the menu for the subjects at hand. It is more than unflinching—it unsettles, it bites, it scars, it lingers, and it loves, simultaneously in a language perfected by, common and accessible to those who have perfected the art of living while Black, BlaQueer or Queer….”
A reading of a piece from Godless Circumcisions.
Trump has again turned his attention to people of the Islamic faith. It is not often that you’ll find me defending a religion–being the agnostic humanist that I am–but when the humanity of a group of people is denigrated in my name, I feel compelled to say otherwise. There are folks around the world, religious, areligious and agnostic that are wonderful, kind and gracious. There are also folks–many of which are Christian and here in Amerikkka–that are murderous, cunning and perhaps beyond repair in this lifetime. However, the blood that is shed is not simply on that person physically wielding the weapon but on the communities, the nations, the world that has led someone to believe or exist in a state of mind that convinces them that destruction is the only way to peace or freedom. Our work then, not only rests in the denunciation of Trump and his ilk, but also in our (in)actions, individual, collection and as a nation, that erode the quality of life of people we have never met. We must be careful about what we consume, energy and food, and its effects on folks around the world. We must consider not only the economic and human costs of war for America, but also the folks in close proximity, just trying to get by. We must recall, that every privilege has a cost, even when we are not there to see borne.
By Prentiss Haney. Its hard for me to think about the #MillionManMarch without recalling an essay by Keith Boykin in his 2012 black gay anthology, For Colored Boys. In the…
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A series of letters, exchanges of love and healings, from blaqueer brothers across space and often violent, times. This is post 1 of 4. For Hari’s response, check out the…
i pledge allegiance to the fag in the united folds of my skin. and to the Republic, that stands on my neck: fuck you, fuck you, fuck you finding liberty…