
Don’t Kink Up My Politics (Part 1)
I have been thinking about how some African Americans have tried to force the BDSM roles of dominance and submission into the Black political sphere.
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I have been thinking about how some African Americans have tried to force the BDSM roles of dominance and submission into the Black political sphere.

This morning, I thought about the murder of Dr. Cerina Fairfax.

There is public outrage right now, as there should be, over Epstein’s victims. But for centuries, African Americans have wanted attention for Black child trafficking victims.

I didn’t want to write this piece today: I know I am risking racist/White supremacist vitriol by pushing “post” on this piece.

I'm going to ask the valid question that few others seem willing to ask: Just where have y’all White folks been for five centuries?

I first explored the crossroads, the metaphorical location and notion of the Blues, in the 1990s. I was in graduate school at the University of Alabama when a professor (who intervened in racist bullying toward me, but that’s a whole other story) told me, “I know you can sing. I can hear it in the lovely, deep timbre of your voice. I’m putting together a Blues band, and you’ll be the lead singer.”

A current sentence I’m encountering way too many times sends me from irritation to near-rage: “What’s happening right now is just like in The Handmaid’s Tale!”


Last night, I was talking to a friend of mine, and as we had since last year’s election, we were complaining about Donald Trump.

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