I don’t know what to do about these ethical moral dilemmas. I don’t know how to decide if my anger should be placed deeper on the Black men I share skin with, or the white women I share gender with, or even the white gays I share queerness with. Or anyone in between with oppression commonalities.
Nonfiction
Distance
107 miles. Sometimes I walk further downtown and the distance increases, sometimes I walk uptown and the distance shrinks. But, that’s only a measurement. It doesn’t matter where I am, there is always a distance between us. Even when I visit you.
You Woke Up: A Conversation
These transgressions are the fibers that weave together the quilt of patriarchy.
Abby Forever
We transition, at last, to the crux. Talk of putting her to sleep; when to make that decision, when quality of life moves on to dignity of death.
Dim-Witted
Even a lightbulb signifies positive change. Now, I try to remember the negative. What’s the opposite of a lightbulb going off above my head? Dim? Dim-witted? It means the less light there is—the less whiteness that exists—the worse we’re deemed to be.
To Never Have Lost At All
I Today’s my last day in California, and as if some kind of twisted joke, it is especially glorious, a day spent wrapped in the arms of comfort, my name light in the air as […]
Picture and Pen
When I want to know more about him, I read the words that shot fists into the air.
Still Manic
I get manic when people turn sex education into something it is not.
Help! I’m Afraid of the Dark
Burke lurks in the far corner of my bedroom when the lights are out and I’m in bed, wedged between my IKEA pillows.