BLOGThe best of Redbone, Afropuff & Black G.R.I.T.S., plus new musings otherwise unpublished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.
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.
Seeing women’s agency as biblical truth requires rethinking the messages we’ve received about women in the Bible.
An unexpected feeling came over me at the end of a day of Charlottesville news: horniness. I felt bad about that, but the time for pleasure is now.
Defusing the Power of Toxic Religion for Sexual Advocacy, and how the Boaz myth inhibits black women’s sexual freedom.
When Dr. Willie Parker gives his Christian reasons for providing abortions, reproductive justice sounds like gospel.