WHAT CHOO SAID?!
I'm: Jamez! :::
Queer! / He Him They/ Feminist /Phat/ Punk/ Phunk /Body Pos/ Sex Pos/ Advocate/ Hip Hop Head/ gender blender/ Fierce/ Real Bitch.
I live in Tennessee
I re-blog lots of Sex + /
Fet+ / Body + / Queer +/ Feminist + Stuff
Call to action to support and fund QTIPOC healing space in Middle Tennessee. Help liberate the land.
“Decolonizing the ways in which we relate to Earth and each other remains essential to our movement. We consider the Land to be a living being with whom we are entering a sacred relationship. And so, we approach this relationship working on ourselves and having something to offer to the soil which sustains us.
We are rooted in the worldview expressed in the Declaration of Rights of Mother Earth.”
"Sojourners Land began as a commitment to Ancestors to actualize land-based healing space for Queer and Transgender Women of Color. That pledge happened in a ceremony facilitated by Malidoma Some eleven years ago, and the seeds of liberated Land with Queer and Trans Women of Color at the center began to be cultivated.”
"My sadness is biblical,
cataclysmic, apocalyptic.
Bigger than you’ve
ever seen.
My sadness is voracious,
loquacious, tenacious.
Front page headline.
The plague of the northeast.
I bring the locusts with me when
I give into it. My entire bedroom
looks like the quiet after the feast.
My cicada sadness. My underground
sadness. Sleeping carcass hanging
on your windowsill sadness.
My hollowed tree sadness. My
favorite brick tied to my favorite
ankle sadness.
Bottom of the river sadness.
Once a year hunger sadness.
I pick a day and I eat the wood
from the walls. I wear my curtains
as a veil and marry my empty bed.
My abandoned building sadness.
Dirty sheets sadness. Teeth at
the throat sadness.
I pick a day and I swallow every
stone that’s ever been thrown.
I pick a day and I gnaw at the
floorboards.
Sadness so big it could carry me.
Sadness so big it’s everywhere.
Sadness so big it’s like a
God that loves me more than anyone
else."
