you want to eat meout. right. what does it taste likeyou want to eat me right outof these jeans & into somethinga little cheaper. more digestible.more bite-sized. more thank youcome: i am greasyfor you. i slick my hair with msgevery morning. i’m bad for you.got some red-light district betweenyour teeth. what does ittaste like: a takeout boxbetween my legs.plastic bag lady. flimsy white forkto snap in half. dispose of me.taste like dried squid. lips puffywith salt. lips brimmingwith foreign so call mepork. curly-tailed obscenitybeen playing in the mud. dirty meat.worms in your stomach. give youa fever. dead meat. butchered girlchopped up & cradledin styrofoam. you candid cannibal.you want me bite-sizedno eyes clogging your throat.but i’ve been watchingfrom the slaughterhouse. ever sinceyou named me edible. tossed ina cookie at the end. lucky man.go & take what’s yours.name yourself archaeologist butlisten carefullyto the squelches inyour teeth & hear my sow squealscream murder betweenmolars. watch salt awakenwrithe, synapse.watch me kickback to life. watch me tentacles& teeth. watch meresurrected electric.what does ittaste like: revengesquirming alive in your mouthstrangling you quietfrom the inside out.
Most upsetting thing I’ve learned this semester: African Americans took thirty years to establish Seneca Village, NYC as an autonomous village with churches, homes, organizations where they could have freedom and exert political control. The village was destroyed by white backlash culminating in the creation of Central Park, which successfully erased it from the city’s history.
The fucking tears in my eyes right now.
TWoC resistance and community building is foundational. Do you see the creativity that goes into our survival? There’s so much I can say about the agency and interconnectedness that comes from securing our survival.
i was riding the train back to beacon hill today and was sitting in the row reserved for the elderly and disabled folks and a few minutes later a man of color (who told me specifically he is mixed black, mexican and white) asked if it was cool for him to join me. i say no prob because it’s not a crowded train and whatevs, like it’s nice he asked.
so he sits down then he starts making conversation with a white woman sitting across from him whose on her way to airport and has this really big pink suitcase. he compliments her on her suitcase and she becomes really blatantly annoyed with him and ignores him completely. it’s understandable; women don’t catch a break from men on the transit, on the streets, in public, ever. it’s understandable but it’s also a case of men of color being profiled by white women as predators and violent, etc.
so a few minutes later he turns to me and compliments me on my glasses. we talk and he’s telling me about the headache he is getting when he puts on his glasses now so he switched to contact lenses. then i tell him about where i got my glasses and he should check it out so he doesn’t pay $300 for some glasses again. then he talks to me about going to seattle university and this tattoo of a rosary he got.
it’s my stop coming up and he says to me “stay sharp! god bless you! have a good day” and i return that warmth to him.
like sometimes people on public transit just need someone to talk to. and if it’s not hurting me to have a conversation with someone i’ll do it. i’m annoyed with men on public transit pretty often, for how much space they take up and how much of other people’s time they feel entitled to but in between a lot of that shit is just people who need someone to talk to.
i’m saying this as a masculine presenting light skinned person of color. and i’m saying this is someone who is often read as lesbian and non-threatening because of a visible disability. public spaces are difficult and i am definitely forever suspicious of white women who contribute to the stigmatization and assumed violence of men of color.