Submit to Contemporary Queer's second issue: Bodies.
This issue asks you to consider bodies through space and time. Your body. The bodies you like. The bodies you’d like. The bodies of your ancestors or descendants. What our bodies convey when we perform certain behaviors or don’t. What we consider “whole” and “partial.” Musculature. Skin color. Photography. Art. The definitions we apply to our bodies versus the definitions others ascribe to us. Representations and appropriations. Gender. Disease. Settler. Indigenous. What role does culture play when it comes to our bodies? What does protection mean? What are our boundaries? How do our bodies affect us? Do food and environment play significant roles? Immigration. Prison. Slavery. Trafficking. Modeling. Servitude. Commodification. Markets. Mockery. Sexuality. Beauty ideals. Virtual bodies. Physical bodies. Digital bodies. Celebrated bodies. Reviled bodies. Incarcerated bodies. Free bodies. Space. Movement. Movement through physical space. Movement through symbolic space.
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I’m in a major transitional period in my life. One of the things I’m phasing into is a new job (Yay! Super thankful). While I am already working, my new pay schedule is very different than what I’m used to; I won’t get paid until October 5th. I work a few side jobs in addition to my…
This is essay two in the ” Three Essays No One Cares About for My #30th Year”
Dedicated to Shirley and Delux
There is always more than one note to the smell of sugar.
The first words I heard walking into Walker’s Subtlety is “ It smells like sugar “ and already my heckles raise. This is not the smell of sugar , there is no blood here,no gnawing, no breaking of precious skin.I teethed on sugarcane , mother determined that I would come up like she did somewhat, thousand of miles from the waters of Guyana, gnawing my first teeth into existence on resistant fibers. My first real taste of it stained or anointed with my own blood, passed down from those who shed blood to bring it to profitability for God ,Crown and Guyasuco. Rather than cut fresh from back yards and open fields , or pulled from pontoon boats for babies, it was canned an exorbitant but necessary luxury in my momma’s eyes bought from Ms. Hanif’s shop. Sugar was how she made me Guyanese, something she could bring from that earth to my mouth. It was a bit of her childhood she could give me. This is happiness , this is placation, this is the ground you will only touch so often, but it’s yours.
I peek out a hole in the wall. It is a feature of the factory not the art. People line up thinking Walker intends this. A photographer scoffs at as , a man behind me not black asks loudly “ If there is no purpose in this why are we doing it OKAY? Okay?” They do not understand ritual. I know the ocean is on the other side of that hole. I can not contemplate sugar without looking at the sea.
The Fugees “Killing Me Softly”
woah i was legit just thinking of this gif, the song was just on the radio
You still have a lot of time to make yourself be what you want. —
S.E. Hinton (via venchy)
i hope so.
(Source: creatingaquietmind, via glitterlion)
‘The Daily Show”s Jessica Williams makes Paper's 'Beautiful People' List for 2014. Photographed by Harper Smith.
my hand slipped
with their new hit song, “Randomly Searching 4 U”
they’re super adorable. That they maintain good humor in the middle of racist racist chicanery is admirable
(Source: tardismetotomorrowworld, via kyssthis16)
It is with great love and desperate sadness we report the passing of deluxvivens.
We love you so much so so so much.