BLOGThe best of Redbone, Afropuff & Black G.R.I.T.S., plus new musings otherwise unpublished
After the 2016 presidential election, I wondered if writing about God and sex was still important. I realized my work is about self-love, and self-love in a world that hates you is one of the most subversive things you can commit to.
I recently attended Ira Dworkin’s talk about his book, “Congo Love Song: African American Culture and the Crisis of the Colonial State.” In the Q&A, I asked: How did Sheppard and Brown see their identity in relation to Africa and their responsibility to the continent...
I have several questions for a man I know, and men like him, who have watched video of R. Kelly raping black girls and still want successful black men to escape prosecution.
Some people have a ritual of choosing a word to focus on for the year. This has not been my ritual, but in my mind, in my reading, as I write down my goals and desires, one word appears repeatedly: transformation. I spent about an hour or so this evening trying to...
The Difficult Reality I’m Reckoning with and The Realest Questions I’m Asking Myself, Now That Sh!t is Really Going Down
We say Black people, other people of color, and other oppressed groups fight and win. I’ve realized that’s not exactly true, and we need to reckon with a dismal reality.
How a dance that came about because of kidnapping and rape teaches sexual freedom
Ntozake Shange defined the role of the artist, but what if you are an artist no one knows?
My last post of 2017 is a poem. Lines for a poem about “weather” had been drifting in and out of my head for a couple of weeks, but the pen wouldn’t move until I heard about Erica Garner’s heart attack. Timely posts are rare for me, and poetry that reacts to news even more so. This feels necessary to share now, so I’m sharing it with you.
Why I’m a hypocrite for calling Christian remixes to “For the P” and “For the D” challenges a fairytale
Betsy DeVos’s Title IX rollback reminded me of the time I couldn’t verbalize consent–and my partner knew to stop.