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I am a human being.
I am not your Halloween costume.
I am not your party theme.
I am not your mascot.
I am not your costume.
I am doing a project on Black Womens Sexuality and here is the begining of my lit review.
I am focused on work written in the last 20 years, but historical works that changed the game must be used as well.
My goal is to use this information to work on the Doc that I mention that I am working on in my Bio. Luls.
I really need academic articles and films and fiction.
Please include recommendations in the comments and Thank you for helping me. *Cough* Moya & Jess.
Books
Jacqueline Bobo, Black Women as Cultural Readers, 0th ed. (Columbia University Press, 1995).
Cathy Cohen, The Boundaries of Blackness: AIDS and the Breakdown of Black Politics, 1st ed. (University Of Chicago Press, 1999).
Ann Cvetkovich, An Archive of Feelings: Trauma, Sexuality, and Lesbian Public Cultures (Duke University Press, 2003).
Angela Y. Davis, Women, Race, & Class, 1st ed. (Vintage, 1983).
Angela Y. Davis, Blues Legacies and Black Feminism: Gertrude "Ma" Rainey, Bessie Smith, and Billie Holiday, 1st ed. (Vintage, 1999).
E. Patrick Johnson and Mae G. Henderson, Black Queer Studies: A Critical Anthology (Duke University Press Books, 2005).
Michel Foucault, The History of Sexuality, Vol. 1: An Introduction (Vintage, 1990). Shayne Lee, Erotic Revolutionaries: Black Women, Sexuality, and Popular Culture (Hamilton Books, 2010).
Jennifer L. Morgan, Laboring Women: Reproduction and Gender in New World Slavery (University of Pennsylvania Press, 2004).
Tricia Rose, Longing to Tell: Black Women Talk About Sexuality and Intimacy (Picador, 2004).
Janet Price and Margrit Shildrick, Feminist theory and the body: a reader (Taylor & Francis, 1999).
T. Sharpley-Whiting, Pimps Up, Ho's Down: Hip Hop's Hold on Young Black Women (NYU Press, 2007).
Greg Thomas, Hip-Hop Revolution in the Flesh: Power, Knowledge, and Pleasure in Lil' Kim's Lyricism (Palgrave Macmillan, 2009).
Deborah Gray White, Ar'n't I a Woman?: Female Slaves in the Plantation South, Revised Edition. (W. W. Norton & Company, 1999).
Articles
Evelynn Hammonds, "Black (W)holes and the Geometry of Black Female Sexuality.," Differences: A Journal of Feminist Cultural Studies 6, no. 2 (Summer94 1994): 126.
Fiction
Gayl Jones, Corregidora (Beacon Press, 1987).
Zora Neale Hurston, Their Eyes Were Watching God (Harper Perennial Modern Classics, 2006).
Films
Leslie Harris, Just Another Girl on the Irt [VHS] (Miramax Films, 1997).
Books
Jacqueline Bobo, Black Women as Cultural Readers, 0th ed. (Columbia University Press, 1995).
Cathy Cohen, The Boundaries of Blackness: AIDS and the Breakdown of Black Politics, 1st ed. (University Of Chicago Press, 1999).
Ann Cvetkovich, An Archive of Feelings: Trauma, Sexuality, and Lesbian Public Cultures (Duke University Press, 2003).
Angela Y. Davis, Women, Race, & Class, 1st ed. (Vintage, 1983).
Angela Y. Davis, Blues Legacies and Black Feminism: Gertrude "Ma" Rainey, Bessie Smith, and Billie Holiday, 1st ed. (Vintage, 1999).
E. Patrick Johnson and Mae G. Henderson, Black Queer Studies: A Critical Anthology (Duke University Press Books, 2005).
Michel Foucault, The History of Sexuality, Vol. 1: An Introduction (Vintage, 1990). Shayne Lee, Erotic Revolutionaries: Black Women, Sexuality, and Popular Culture (Hamilton Books, 2010).
Jennifer L. Morgan, Laboring Women: Reproduction and Gender in New World Slavery (University of Pennsylvania Press, 2004).
Tricia Rose, Longing to Tell: Black Women Talk About Sexuality and Intimacy (Picador, 2004).
Janet Price and Margrit Shildrick, Feminist theory and the body: a reader (Taylor & Francis, 1999).
T. Sharpley-Whiting, Pimps Up, Ho's Down: Hip Hop's Hold on Young Black Women (NYU Press, 2007).
Greg Thomas, Hip-Hop Revolution in the Flesh: Power, Knowledge, and Pleasure in Lil' Kim's Lyricism (Palgrave Macmillan, 2009).
Deborah Gray White, Ar'n't I a Woman?: Female Slaves in the Plantation South, Revised Edition. (W. W. Norton & Company, 1999).
Articles
Evelynn Hammonds, "Black (W)holes and the Geometry of Black Female Sexuality.," Differences: A Journal of Feminist Cultural Studies 6, no. 2 (Summer94 1994): 126.
Fiction
Gayl Jones, Corregidora (Beacon Press, 1987).
Zora Neale Hurston, Their Eyes Were Watching God (Harper Perennial Modern Classics, 2006).
Films
Leslie Harris, Just Another Girl on the Irt [VHS] (Miramax Films, 1997).
Spike Lee, She's Gotta Have It (Island Pictures, 1986).
Spike Lee, She Hate Me (Sony Pictures, 2005).
Kasi Lemmons, Eve's Bayou (Lions Gate, 2003).
Donna Deitch, The Women of Brewster Place (XENON, 2001).
Kasi Lemmons, Eve's Bayou (Lions Gate, 2003).
Donna Deitch, The Women of Brewster Place (XENON, 2001).
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Today is the day: the final 'GIFT' is here, and get this: it's a video. Not just any video; it's the official video for BOOLESH1T and you get to see it before the rest of the Internet which is, as you know, pretty special ;)
Included in this email are two links to the official promotional video for BOOLESH1T, my debut solo exhibition at Mint Gallery which opens on November 6th. If you didn't receive the press release earlier this week this will be the very last show at Mint Gallery's current gallery space (more info here).
VIEW THE OFFICIAL BOOLESH1T VIDEO HERE (YouTube) or HERE (Vimeo)
Please feel free to post this video on your blogs, Facebook pages, Twitter accounts, Skype it, Tumbl it, instant message it, and if you're feeling frisky, talk to some people face to face and invite them to the opening!
**VERY IMPORTANT MESSAGE ABOUT THE SHOW FOR SMARTPHONE USERS:
There are a number of optional elements in BOOLESH1T that require the use of a QR code reader. If you are an iPhone user, you can download (for free) quiQR here: http://www.quiqr.it/
If you're using a BlackBerry (or any other type of smartphone) you can download Bee Tagg here: www.beetagg.com. Bee Tagg is also compatible with iPhones as well as a number of other smartphone devices. It even works on my 'ancient' BlackBerry Curve.
Some press about the show:Baltimore Sun (Charm City Current): http://charmcitycurrent.com/innervisions/2010/10/27/boolesh1t-manifesto/Creative Loafing: http://clatl.com/culturesurfing/archives/2010/10/22/mint-gallery-to-move-in-decemberArt Nouveau Magazine: http://www.an-mag.com/nikita-gale-explores-ads-blood-in-new-work/
Feel free to contact me if you have any questions. I look forward to seeing you next weekend!
Greetings Eternal Summer Family!
Last night was the kick-off of Juneteenth Palestine, a night school exploring June Jordan's actions and words in support of the fact that solidarity with Palestine and critique of the imperialism of the state of Israel was and is a Black feminist priority. This first night was about identifcation and solidarity. We brought our ancestors and loved ones into the room through a dedication exercise, meditated on June Jordan's "Moving Towards Home," where she declares "I was born a Black woman/and now I am become a Palestinian" and Suheir Hammad's meditation on "Black" in the preface to her collection Born Palestinian Born Black with collages, a BlackOutBodyBrainstorm, a telecast from anti-zionist Jewish organizer Tema Okun and a letter writing exercise based on June Jordan's "A Letter to My Friend." Experiencing the sincerity and brilliance of the folks in my living room was an honor and a true tribute to June Jordan's idea of Living Room as a global political vision of love. In honor of all displaced people here are some of our visions of living room...
love,
lex
though i am active in many communities, most of my time and energy goes towards the disability rights movement. this is largely because it raised me, i work for a disability rights organization and i love disabled people more than anything/anyone i've ever loved before.
but damn if the disability rights movement isn't pissing me off now.
my grievances:
1.) more than 14 queer youth have killed themselves in the last 6 weeks because the violence they experienced at the hands of others was too much to live with. though many of us have experienced almost this exact form of bullying, i haven't heard a peep out of the disability community. no calls to queer organizations, no vigils, no brown bag lunches.
so — why are we so damn silent? why does the disability rights movement refuse to acknowledge that the root of our oppression is not a lack of a curbcut but a culture that polices and otherizes bodies that are framed as deviant? and when we do talk about bullying, why is the solution anti-bullying laws? is that the best you've got — to send youth to juvenile detention centers? what world do you live in if you think the prison industrial complex is a just institution that can be a king solomon to our issues?
i guess it wouldn't be so easy to push a one-issue agenda if we had to talk about the fact that the bodies society considers deviant, dirty, or bad aren't just disabled, but also are black, brown, poor, trans, female and living on the res.
2.) society for disability studies, a group of disability scholars, is now wanting to study disability justice, a movement and framework being developed by disabled people of color. this might be okay if the society was led by and predominately involved people of color. but many black and brown folks explicitly say they do not feel safe in sds. many say it is racist. the academy studying people of color is not a new phenomenon.
it might also be okay to host a conference on disability justice if it actually was about disability justice. the cfp begins by quoting paul longmore, a white man. it then talks about the ADA and the UN Convention, both which are important but explictly fall under a rights framework. there is never any mention of the role of institutional violence in disabling communities of color, the myriad of ways people are resisting modern day eugenics, the myth of independence, community accountability/access, or the long list of work disability justice activists are doing.
it means something that white people are wanting to "explore" disability justice before disabled people of color have even reach consensus about it. i'm not trying to say sds, centers for independent living and others can't do work on race/class/gender/queerness, just that they should start by doing a conference on white supremacy, heteronormativity/more. if you already have, do it again. and again. and again. just be careful about defining disability justice before we get to.
3.) my friend can't get a job in this movement. we've gone through the same ranks. we're both great at what we do. the difference is he's black. and dark-skinned. and a man of color. he is on my mind all day, mostly in regards to the roles we are asked to play in this movement and how our roles are so invisibilized. when we go to an event, i am the asian woman doing the behind-the-scenes logistics/"women's" work, he is the one making people feel welcome in a space, and the white people are the ones networking with the important guests. we sign up for these roles because it is what is expected (and because we are good – aka socialized- for them) but no one talks about the history of black minstrelsy and what that means for him to be the one making people comfortable. no one talks about how so many organizations are run by unseen women who are either underpaid or not paid at all.
and with all this, people still don't believe things are connected together. but of course they'd don't, then they'd have to acknowledge we aren't all in community with each other. they'd have to acknowledge they were hurting as much as they were helping.
*WPS= white people shit.
#BlackGirlfromtheFuture#282.
idk who this girl is, but I dig her style, a picture IS worth 1000 words
Blowing this up. Printing. Framing. And putting Above my Desk.
Totally Captures #FANCYBLACKGIRLsubjectivity.
Side view…
He's still in jail today. A couple quotes from his mom on the facebook page, Fight Against Autism and Police Injustice:
My son is still locked away in isolation despite all of my best efforts. I simply cannot comprehend why no one cares about my child. They are mistreating him in jail and everyone has turned a blind eye. So many people who are supposedly advocates for disabilities and human rights have done nothing. I have turned it… all over to the Lord because there is nothing else I can do.
Please keep Neli's story alive. He is still locked away. Do not forget and keep letting new people know what has happened to him.
Please visit the website, read his story, and sign the petition. The fact he's still in jail is beyond horrifying.
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I seriously HATE it when people I barely know ESPECIALLY guys put their fucking hands on me without asking for my consent so if a stranger even more so if the stranger is a man were to do this I would freak the fuck out. I would be yelling "DON'T FUCKING TOUCH ME! GET YOUR FUCKING HANDS OFF ME! DON'T FUCKING PUT YOUR HANDS ON MY BODY WITHOUT MY CONSENT AND CALL ME BEAUTIFUL. DON'T!" I would keep doing this till the stranger backed away from me.
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Eternal Summer means keeping it hot...This beautiful black booklet joins the legacy of Harlem Renaissance firebrands and the brilliant youth of SPARK reproductive justice (see fire@sparkrj.org). It includes lust poems and polemics to/for/about black queer community and an essay on FLAMBOYANCE dedicated to Alexis DeVeaux and Gwendolyn Hardwick of the Flamboyant Ladies!
Love,
Lex
p.s. oh and there's a matching podcast!
http://brokenbeautiful.wordpress.com/2010/10/04/the-proud-podcast-the-visionary-heat-of-black-queer-community/
"If you wake up and forget that you are Black… by the time 5 pm rolls around, someone would have reminded you." ~Percy Sutton
elegant
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#headwrap #accessories #eyeshadow
who knows how many times i have reblogged this… i love it every single time.
oh. gorgeous.
Why are the ones you need to stay away from ALWAYS SO SEXY?!
grrr.
Good thing the awesome ones are also ridiculously gorgeous…
And good people always make you feel better, in the end.
=)
Signs: Lucille Clifton Rebirth Broadcast #18 from Alexis Gumbs on Vimeo.
See signs. Prophecy poems.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 public
and would wait
for the shame-filled walks from the school bus to the front door,
re-playing the taunts from the day in my head until I found a place of solace
to cry in peace,
to be in peace,
away from the judgment of peers too relentless to care about my feelings.
The stress led to migraines in the fifth grade and by the sixth grade I had failed six times at my attempts to put myself out of my misery. I never admitted to where all the weekday sadness came from.
They called me ugly. Black. Stupid. Crazy. Itch-Bay (pig latin for bitch, because they said I was too stupid to know the difference). There is little escape for a little black girl desperate to be accepted and forced to face the same vicious group of peers from kindergarten to the eighth grade
reminding me, daily, of everything
(supposedly) wrong with me.
I would have rather swallowed glass than face their scorn
but instead I swallowed hands full of pills that were not mine
wishing myself invisible
or to wake up somebody else
somewhere else
I spent years being angry with God
for waking up at all.
Words hurt,
especially
from the precious tongues
of girls not unlike me
but finding me
an easy target for their practice
of self hate, inflicted on me like
too many wounds
too many days
and displays
of harsh words
telling me I wasn't shit 'til I believed it.
The taunting still haunts me
and inspires tears when I sit in silence too long, or stare in the mirror too long
looking back at the
acne-faced
short haired
big toothed
dark skinned
flat chested
me
not smart enough
not tall enough
not good enough…
me
Teased for everything from living in a trailer
to the way I talked
to the cheap tennis shoes my mother could barely afford
to how I could not play basketball,
to how I didn't have a daddy at home
from girls who
lived in single wide trailers
lacked my vocabulary
had the same shoes with different laces
excelled in sports but
failed in school
and didn't even know their fathers
and who looked somewhat like me (regular, country, black)
but they never saw (or cared about) the damage they were doing
whispered words, intentionally loud enough for me to hear
loud laughing
waiting for a reply
that never came
because I didn't know how to defend myself
They created hierarchical games
so that I would be perpetually last
Who is the tallest? The lightest? The smartest? The prettiest?
I was always last on the list.
My failings escalated them.
I have never gotten over the trauma of those public ratings.
Decades later, I still hate remembering my childhood, and refuse to look at yearbooks or go to class reunions. My memory never fails me. And I am confused at the recent requests for friendship on facebook by people who refused to "friend" me when I most needed it, and instead stood on the sidelines watching me struggle to breathe. The childhood assaults on my psyche followed me to adulthood. And I sometimes still struggle with self-esteem.
Recent events of bullying have been popularized as media attention is focused on teen suicide resulting from teasing, taunting, picking, and bullying. Bullying is in the national spotlight but it is not a new phenomenon. Young people have always been punished by their peers for being different. The consequences are ongoing. Bullying is not blameless, nor is it harmless. We have to take responsibility for the weight of our words, heavy like fists.
Before I ever started school I remember being told that I was supposed to take up for myself. My grandmother told me that if someone ever hit me, I'd better hit them back–harder! She never told me what to do if someone hurt my feelings.
