I'm tired of repeating myself. I'm tired of over explaining myself. I'm tired of having to fluff your ego. I'm tired of being your fluffer. I'm tired of people not listening. I'm tired of people waiting for me to finish so they can continue talking. I'm tired of working with people who don't give a... Continue Reading →
How Should We Talk About Intolerance?
How should we discuss injustice and intolerance so that our audience isn't uncomfortable, guilt-stricken or attacked? Simple. Well maybe not. Personally, I don't think it's possible to have honest, behaviour changing conversations without these feelings. I do think there are ways of calling out racist, xenophobic, intolerant behaviours in a way that is respectful, but... Continue Reading →
Paris
"The one who follows the crowd will usually go no further than the crowd. The one who walks alone is likely to find themself in places no one has been before." -- Albert Einstein "You came here alone?" The waiter asked me as she placed a glass on my table. "Yes." I said, smiling up... Continue Reading →
Excerpts from: The Table Called “cAfrica.”
I went to a high school that changed my life. And while I pride myself on living in hyperbole that statement is the truest of my many exaggerations. I went to a high school that changed my life for many reasons: I had two teachers--Mrs. M and Mr. G--who taught me to both get my... Continue Reading →
I am deliberate and afraid of nothing. -Audre Lorde
Black Skin, White Masks by Frantz Fanon I Know Why the Cage Bird Sings by Maya Angelou Black Like Me by John Howard Griffith To the Lighthouse by Virginia Woolf Middlesex by Jeffrey Eugendies 15 Dogs by Andre Alexis Chavs: The Demonization of the Working Class by Owen Jones A Room of One's Own by... Continue Reading →
Baby Blue.
"Nevertheless, in every kind of human communication, there are always going to be things that one cannot translate. No matter what the language, there are gaps and absences." "I became very interested in these kinds of vacillations and in how they are expressed through physical places and psychics states." "Once I was able to... Continue Reading →
Open Letter #2
The moment I realized I was special, I had already been special for 20 years. It was a delayed realization, of course, and it came to me when my trauma started to fade into the background. My father was dead, yes, and somehow I was still alive after many thoughts of not being that... Continue Reading →