As I ran on the treadmill this morning at Duke University, realizing that I am presently a doctoral student in the English program, preparing for my preliminary exams (some call them “comprehensive”) and teaching a course to a group of first years, I realized that I was literally not supposed to be there…on the treadmill…running…at […]
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More Dispatches from NWSA
Sheri on the Classroom: a theater, dance studio, a closed door private space, a garden, an offering and opportunity, a place for tensions, burning, eruptions, cooling, change. Speaking of the classroom we have been going to school in various pedagogical sessions and in the hallways. SolHot rocked some embodied scholarship when Chamaura and Dominique danced […]
Dispatches from NWSA
Hi Family, We thought we would share a few our experiences here at the 31st annual National Women’s Studies Association Conference. On Thursday night, Andrea (Andy) Smith along with Renya Ramirez rocked the house in a keynote called “Indigenous Feminisms: Theories, Methods, and Politics.” We thought they worked really well together. Ramirez provided the scaffolding […]
The Contract
Once upon a time when Crunkista was a graduate student, she was heavily addicted to procrastination. It was her drug of choice. She made friends with another queer woman of color in graduate school who shared in her unhealthy habit and their marathon nights of not getting any actual work done are the things comic […]
In the Meantime: Some Thoughts on Voting
I got a lot on my mind, so bear with me. Though the gains the Republicans/Tea Partiers/general all-around fools have made this past Tuesday should be no surprise, they are, nonetheless, disheartening. Living in Alabama where the electoral choices seem to be conservative candidate A v. ultra-conservative candidate B, it’s hard for this crunk feminist […]
Brothers Who Just Don’t Get It: A Hump Day Rant
I have refrained from commenting on the Black Marriage Negotiation Videos for multiple reasons: I found them to be somewhat funny, I’ve been busy, and I’m tired of the single black man/single black woman finger pointing game that most of us are pros at by now. As I watched the videos though, I was unconvinced […]
Love Is Not Enough: Some (Disjointed) Thoughts on Jay-Z and Dating in the Hip Hop Generation
“Love is not enough” has been my relationship mantra for several years. By it, I mean that just because I love someone doesn’t mean we are supposed to be together or to stay together. One of my classic exit lines is “let me leave while I still love you. I don’t want to have to […]
Holloween, The Mourning-After Poem
At a Halloween house party where I was one of two African American college students, I came to represent available, accessible sex. I was transformed from a sexual subject to object by the rap music and by the anonymous white guy who groped me. The rap music was so loud that I could not hear […]
“Words Hurt”: A (Personal) Reflection on Bullying as Verbal Violence
It began as daily torture and sickening waves of dread bellowing in my belly with tears collecting behind dark circles in my eyes too stubborn to fall. I learned the art of holding back the floods of hurt, that stung my eyes and soaked my pillows at night from daylight. They never betrayed me in […]
(Not) About Jamal Parris: A Premature Critique of BlackQueer Conservatism
this is a repost of some things i am thinking through and have been for some time now. lest we forget that the eddie long “scandal” is far from resolved, that conversation needs to be ongoing and intentional. So this is the weird me. Trying to think about my continual relationship and disavowal of what […]