Today is May 14th 2020; it’s my 28th birthday.
Much of the conflict between the church and the queer community could settle if we spoke the same language; it would allow space for understanding even if disagreement continues. However, many people on opposite sides of the queer morality debate often use the same words with different definitions. Sometimes, they’re completely unaware of another person’s vocabulary. In many ways, the church and the queer community don’t speak the same language.
Based on the best-selling novel by Irish author Sally Rooney, BBC Three’s adaptation of Normal People is a near word for word parallel as it tells the raw and realistic story of Marianne (Daisy Edgar-Jones) and Connell (Paul Mescal). An infatuation started as teens through secret kisses (and that which follows) that would continue to be revived and deepen as their lives persist on crossing paths throughout the years.
There was never really a thought to use water. To comb out that hair with water. Those brush strokes made sounds of ripped branches that came out of resistance. It resisted itself from the coarse-textured nappy headed hair that told colourful stories. Tales often heard through wired telephones. Most of these stories rhymed with many different types of black and brown skinned heads. Mama would always say, “that’s why you gotta brush your hair out every day. If you did, maybe it wouldn’t hurt as much."
Last weekend I participated in my first ever Zoom hosted birthday party. We all dialled in from our respective locations around Europe and had a few drinks together as if we were down the local. Everyone attempted to outdo each other with party paraphernalia including wigs, hats, sunglasses, and flashy jackets- baubles from festivals and house parties of bygone days.
In a 55th Street Playhouse Chantal Akerman is stealing half the ticket sales a night as a cashier at a porn theater. It’s 1972 and I’m not even a thought in my parents’ minds. Yet what Chantal does twenty years before I come screaming into this world would forever change the course of my adult life.
Amidst the great ‘rona pandemic, people far and wide have been encouraged to practice “social distancing,” that is; avoiding large crowds and limiting physical contact with others so that the disease can be easier to contain. For some, this has been an easy transition with little bumps.
On the day that this picture was taken, I flipped off a black homeless man. He was sitting on the sidewalk, and had a dirty red blanket around his shoulders. In his hand was a rattling plastic cup containing a few coins. Anyone who might have seen this insensitive gesture would probably think of me as a cold, heartless bitch.