“cheers to us: the riot children, we were born in a state of emergency yearbooks full of mugshots, caked with our mother’s dried tears — if God created us in…
I wield no knife at my throat, nor pills at my bedside. But I reserve to right to die, when living best serves those who seek to devour me.
Surely, no child should have to pay an additional cost–to the carceral state–for having the audacity to refuse to be murdered.
A reading of a piece from Godless Circumcisions.
This is a video reading and excerpt from my book Godless Circumcisions, available on Amazon/Kindle. via Salt of The Earth Excerpt (Video Reading) — Godless Circumcisions Salt of The Earth Excerpt (Video Reading)…
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.