On Being Black and Queer; or, Quotidian Violence:
We men who are Black and are queer; we people who are Black and are queer; we folk who love differently - we are sore. Each day we bend ourselves – our minds and our hearts, our spirits and our bodies – around a world which promises us nothing more than violence. Each day, we carve space out of exclusion, form community from the wreckages of ourselves, and offer the best smiles we can fashion from the punched faces of our realities. Each day, we rename ourselves, pick “nigger” and “faggot” from the glass shards of hate puncturing our flesh. Each day we tend to our broken selves, strengthening our bones and sinews for the next time the world smashes into us, attempts to smash us. Each day, we stretch our humanity beyond those unwilling to touch our hand, to hold us close, to look into our eyes in acceptance and in love. Each day, we grow weary; we weep; we sigh; we shout; we scream; we sit; we silence; we ache; we fight; we bleed; and yet, we still love. Each day, we find new ways of offering ourselves to this world, find new ways of bending ourselves from the hope it does not deserve. Each day, we push ourselves to be more flexible, learning the depth of loving those who have not chosen to love us back. We men who are Black and are queer are sore. Our bodies were not built to withstand such hate. And yet, we do. It is only love keeping us this flexible, only hope tending to this pain. Each day, I wrap myself around you, hoping you will not shrink from the power of my embrace, hoping you will not stab me in or for my difference, hoping you would dare to hold me back, to love me back… written by: Ernest L. Gibson lll. 🗣
When I’ll start back tomorrow after this half pint of butter pecan turns into a few days and then those days roll into a few months. 🗣
I guess this is what happens when you don’t have any races scheduled, nope this is what happens when you say one thing and do something else.
After my last Boston attempt I said well it’s back to the drawing board along with a few more meaningless cliches. Because well that’s what you do. You don’t linger on the failure, you pick yourself up and move on. 🤦🏽♂️
And that’s exactly what I did I moved on and poured myself into work and other things without establishing a clear plan action. And as weird as it sounds I didn’t even allow myself to feel the failure. 💎
It’s natural to be a little depressed when you work hard to accomplish a goal and you don’t reach it; to act as though you’re aren’t phased by it you’d be in denial. Anyhow enough writing time to put in some work! 💎
@mcdonalds released the following statement to WFLA: “Our highest priority is always the safety and well-being of our employees and customers at our restaurants. We have been in contact with the police department and are fully cooperating with their investigation.” Canned generic statements like these from retailers and corporation are part of the reason so many are dying a slow death. Simply placing diverse images on your instagram feed with a nice caption doesn’t mean you’re in touch with your customers or your employees.
Service is a direct reflection of the leadership, if you want your employees to take care of your customers you’ve gotta truly value them and appreciate them. This was an opportunity to forcefully denounce this violent attack against this young lady; instead y’all went the safe route.
Sure I could go into how if this was a black men attacking a white female the news would cover the story differently and your response would be different. -
This is “Love Walks” 3rd annual campaign. This year @cloaesthetic ventured out to do a luncheon and raise $5,000 for Howard University Cancer Center and The Women’s Health Imperative.
It was a modest target that was achieved with matching corporate donations, bringing the grand total to over $10,000.
To say that I’m proud of Chloe would be a gross understatement, to even try to imply that I’m the reason she’s grown into women that she is would be a lie. She truly has a heart for people. -