Thursday, January 05, 2017

Goodbye (Our Particular Cold War)


Listening to "Goodbye" by Lizz Wright. I used to listen to this song on repeat and just cry my eyes out thinking about Dean. It's just so weird thinking about it now. It just seems like lightyears away. I used to REALLY be in love with that guy. I can barely remember it now.

Wednesday, November 09, 2016

Dystopia Realized


Donald Trump is the President of the United States. It’s one of those statements that loses it’s impact in the wrong time and place. To say that in 1985 it would be laughable, something on the level of Mickey Mouse being the Secretary of State. In 2040 it will just be a blip in the history books like yup... he was, whatever. And I don’t think people in Ghana would give a shit at any time. But right here, right now, in America, it’s HOURS fresh and the single most horrifying sentence that could ever be true.

Tuesday, July 19, 2016

Black Slaves Matter

One of the more intriguing aspects of the BDSM and kink communities that I find is the participation of African Americans and our acceptance of the label “slave.” I have always rationalized that if I were ever able to have an articulate conversation with my ancestors about how my proclivity towards leather and little flogging is indeed a celebration of the work they put in to keep as many light years between their plight and my own (and not a political act cleverly designed as an uncomfortable fetish to put Black people back in chains), that I would fully embrace leather, BDSM and kink communities. After a little research and some extremely insightful counsel from “elders” in those communities the more prevailing question arose of, “What exactly is a slave?” If you were to look at your typical Hollywood penned attempt to address the query you would more than likely get a film that would raise your anger exponentially watching Black people huck, shuck and get beat for an extended period of time more so than an exploration into the nuances of a person with limited resources dealing with the frustratingly complicated politics of the time. I believe it’s one of the reasons why modern day African Americans tire of the idea of slavery themed media; the theory being that if you’ve seen one slave, you’ve seen them all and that the totality of their experiences, while vitally important, are drawn in exhausting and predictable monochromatic hues of cruelty, lynching and cotton fields. But weren’t slaves… funny, and arrogant, and horny, and shy, and devious, and helpful, and argumentative, and sensitive? Weren’t slaves… people?