BLOGThe best of Redbone, Afropuff & Black G.R.I.T.S., plus new musings otherwise unpublished
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.
Everyone doubts us because we’re Black.
In the 1990s, date rape as shown on TV required the presence of “no,” not the absence of consent.
How is a church like prison and being incarcerated like belonging to a church? Both have a way of asking, “How do you plan to handle potentially lifelong, involuntary celibacy?”
How the Nate Parker rape case is making black women choose between blackness and womanhood–again.
Netflix removed all traces of Bill Cosby from its streamed offerings. And then this happened.
Spiritual perfectionism is exhausting, but I don’t want to be directionless, either.
I concede, police officers fear for their lives. But I have the right to have compassion for their victims.