I am a pie person descended from a lineage of pie people.
With wit, and a dash of horror, a Black caregiver in the Bay Area suburbs reflects on the surreality of elder care during a pandemic.
I’m getting ready for the function at the junction And baby you’d better come on right now Because everybody’s gonna be there We got people comin’ from everywhere – “Function At The Junction,” Shorty Long, 1966 There’s a long, long legacy of Black folks gathering around food and funk, bbq sauce and song.
What is gayness if it isn’t visible via purchases? What is safety if it isn’t sanctioned by the consumer state? Without Target gay gear, many celebrants would be left indistinguishable from the average heterosexual white dude.
When I hear the conflicts that arise between my uncle and his wife, I circle back to his singular pursuit of having power over everyone and anyone. I listen as daily conversations drift into discussing how his failing body increases his dependence on others.
The antidote to neoliberal gayness is unapologetically queer, Black and gender-defiant.
We can’t ignore the fact that solidarity-as-capitalism silences the Black voices most oppressed.
Proximity to oppression makes for spectacular tax write-offs.
When touch becomes Death's portal
The everyday revolution of the mundane Black experience