My father passed away when I was 8 years old. It was during Christmas vacation, winter of 1998. My father was a quiet, hard working man. He enjoyed jigsaw puzzles,…
Can’t wait to see you all tonight in DC, for the final DC reading of my book Godless Circumcisions: A Recollecting & Re-membering of Blackness, Queerness & Flows of Survivance at the Potter’s House from 7-9pm. Info inserted after the jump.
“…when did I realize, remember
that that Love was never meant for us,
was never packaged, beta-tested, advertised, intended
for little Black girls, little gaybies,
women and womyn, for dark people,
whose souls are lost where the sea Loves on the rocks…”
From My New Book “Godless Circumcisions: A Recollecting & Re-membering of Blackness, Queerness & Flows of Survivance” “It is a peculiar sensation, this double-consciousness, this sense of always looking at…
We look to them for guidance, nurturing, mother-work and rarely allow them to exist in shared spaces as publicly sexual and attractive people. The participants note this interesting axis between race/gender/gender performance where black fat and femme people are often remade into the earlier image of the black mammy, existing only to give and serve. These mammies often had children, but no one dare claim them as the object of their desire. Sex with a mammie was something to be ashamed of. She was there to be used, not loved. All too often we reproduced this sort of racial-sexual consumerism with our friends, our sex partners and our family members.