Things have been pretty quiet lately. But spring is here and everyone is waking up. Ms. Walker‘s in the kitchen, making dinner. Pretty Magnolia is with her, washing the greens and watching her own reflection silver through the running water. The Sable Fan Gyrl is walking barefoot outside, waiting for the sun set. And I’m writing to you.
I’ve got updates.
- Shawty got Skillz: Nuñez Daughter is trying to get to AMC!
Allied Media Conference is an annual gathering of journalists, writers, bloggers, artists, organizers, mamis, youth, pets–folks who are really interested in participatory media & social justice:
The Allied Media Conference advances our visions for a just and creative world. It is a laboratory for media-based solutions to the matrix of life-threatening problems we face. Since our founding in 1999, we have evolved our definition of media, and the role it can play in our lives – from zines to video-blogging to breakdancing, to communicating solidarity and creating justice. Each conference builds off the previous one and plants the seeds for the next. Ideas and relationships evolve year-round, incorporating new networks of media-makers, technologists and social justice organizers. We draw strength from our converging movements to face the challenges and opportunities of our current moment. We are ready to create, connect and transform.
This year, I’ll be part of an amazing crew of folks sharing skillz they’ve learned over days, months and years of making media on the web and in the real world. From quilting to sex worker to Twitter, we are sharing the skills we’ve learned–skills that have helped us survive:
We are the Skillsharers of the 3rd Annual INCITE! Shawty Got Skillz workshop! We are cis women, trans* and genderqueer people of color making media that directly mingles our personal lives with the political issues we care about. We believe, as Audre Lorde did, that “it is better to speak, knowing we were never meant to survive.” We are all pushing the boundaries of what media is capable of and sharing the lessons of that experience with each other, and would love for you to help us get to Detroit this June to do just that!
Fundraising has already begun and we need to raise a good amount of money. We can do it with your help! Donate, browse the site, find our individual pages, and follow our ramblings here.
- I Wanna Live Productions has a new page
I started iwannalive productions in 2008 to try to manage…everything (more on that in the days ahead). I don’t think I’d updated the page since. #TechFail
Never fear! Behold! A brand new template, a new about page, new bios, and pretty, pretty badges for all of my alter-egos:
If you haven’t met one of them, drop by their pages and introduce yourself. They don’t bite. Well…Magnolia does….
- The #BettaComeCorrect Spring Fever Blog Carnival (Curated by Pretty Magnolia and the WOC Survival Kit)
YES!!!! Hosted across the #ComeCorrect interwebs, we want to make the hashtag #blackfeministsex burn a hole through your screen.
The call for posts is
cumming coming soon. Get ready!!!! #BlackFeministSex
- “How to Build a Real Gyrl in 30 Days” AMC Blog Along (#AntiJemimas)
I’m devoting this month to blogging once a day for thirty days…right up to the first days of the AMC (June 23-26). Technically, the challenge is meant to force bloggers to return to private writing. But I can’t just ask y’all for money and not give you something worth paying for!
For the next 30 days, in 750 words a day or more, tune in here for Speak Your Mind tirades, Turn the Volume Up clippage, interludes with some of my favorite #blackfeminist and #rwoc (radical woman of color) bloggers from across the web, and other musing from a black girl academic who still believes in fairies.
Hell, I may publish some of my as-yet unveiled fiction here for all to see. Maybe. *shivers*
But you won’t see it unless you tune in.
Alright. Ms. Walker is smoking a clove on the porch, so that must mean dinner is ready. I hear her drumming her fingers against the kitchen table. A beat for Oya. (Or is it for Miles? Nina? Can’t decide.)
The sound calls me in and closes me out. But I’ll see you tomorrow. Til then,