Dead Black Boy Magic: How mental health stigmas compound with anti-queerness to kill our children
I carry a combination of marginal identities that hold an enduring need for self-sufficiency and suffering.
I am a Black queer woman with HIV and I am clean
I think that when we begin to open up about harm, cleanliness, criminalization and stigma, we get better at loving each other. And when we listen, we build up sustainable, community driven responses to diagnosis and harm.
I thought Crohn’s was why I hated my body. Instead, it showed me how liberating loving Black bodies can be
Escape is little more than retreat, but Liberation is the creation of something you don’t need to escape from.
Any conversation about disability justice must wrestle with Black trauma
Without intending to, I subconsciously isolated Blackness from disability as if our history and our present doesn’t reflect that—as if the term “disabled†is not perpetually expanding and contracting to accommodate a plethora of other experiences.
Why Black people need to explore intimacy within our friendships & non-sexual relationships
White supremacy and cis-heteropatriarchy encourage us to have selective distributions of intimacy, touch and care that are reserved specifically for our sexual partners and family members.
“I am committed to reclaiming God”: An interview with curators of the HIV archival exhibit ‘Metanoia’
I want visitors to the exhibit to understand that humans who are the most impacted by crisis, in its many forms (prison, racism, HIV, sexism, poverty, educational scarcity), have the capacity to change their own circumstances and those of others, through art-making, community, activism, and collaboration: metanoia!
“Children do not deserve privacy,” and other abusive myths masked as good parenting
Children who are taught that they don’t deserve privacy are in a perpetual cycle of apologizing for receiving it and/or being fearful that it will be rescinded.
The other side of Seasonal Affective Disorder: For the people whose social anxiety spikes when everyone’s back outside
No matter how much therapy, I am never really ready for what the sun demands this time of year. The brunches, the day parties, the summer park nights fueled on laughter and liquor.
