Happy Latina/o Heritage Month!
ROBOTS OF BRIXTON
Brixton has degenerated into a disregarded area inhabited by London’s new robot workforce – robots built and designed to carry out all of the tasks which humans are no longer inclined to do. The mechanical population of Brixton has rocketed, resulting in unplanned, cheap and quick additions to the skyline.
The film follows the trials and tribulations of young robots surviving at the sharp end of inner city life, living the predictable existence of a populous hemmed in by poverty, disillusionment and mass unemployment. When the Police invade the one space which the robots can call their own, the fierce and strained relationship between the two sides explodes into an outbreak of violence echoing that of 1981.
via Factory Fifteen. Another interesting video features an ambiguously brown girl or young woman, riding a train through “a suggestive re-representation of the existing and possible future.” Lots of dark and twisty metal and empty spaces in this one. #Prophetic
And if you still haven’t checked out “White” by A. Sayeeda Clarke, also full of speculative, afro-boricua futuristic goodness, then you are missing out.
In other news, N. K. Jemisin is dropping early chapters of the third book in her mind-blowing Inheritance trilogy, “The Kingdom of the Gods.” And while I can’t look because I know I’ll be hooked and then all I’ll be able to do is curl up in a little ball on the floor of my room and rock and moan until the entire book is available for purchase, I encourage you to check them out.
Seriously. Check them out. And if you haven’t bought the first two in the trilogy, make that happen too. Especially all yall who wanna buzz about the Help and justify your $15 movie ticket purchase with some foolishness about supporting black actresses. Want to support black women making art? Let’s go. Don’t read books? Buy it for a girl of color in your life who does (and yeah, I’m looking at you non-poc folks as well. You’ve got at least one black friend. Buy it for them. They’ll appreciate it. They may even thank you).
Besides, a book is whole lot cheaper than a movie ticket these days.
Follow my footnotes.
Mia and I are so ecstatic that our Shawty Got Skillz fam will be heading to the Allied Media Conference this year! The Allied Media Conference is what made To the Other Side of Dreaming even seem like it was possible. We want our community to be able to experience the transformative stretching of our imaginations that we did.
Please support Shawty Got Skillz in attending the AMC! You can chip in to their fundraising efforts at shawtygotskillz.tumblr.com.
Stacey and Mia
Mia Mingus and Stacey Milburn are friggin amazing. Thank you, thank you, thank you for this video and for the love. Shawties got mad skillz.
Check their project out: The Other Side of Dreaming. And donate to the Shawty Got Skillz trip to Detroit!
Submit to the #ComeCorrect Spring Fever Blog Carnival!!!
“When all else fails, masturbate like its May,” ~La Bianca
You can’t describe it but you know it when it’s here. You notice the sun warming the air and your skin flushes. Hot. Unrelenting. This heat is brazen. It slides beneath the hem of your shirt and strokes the skin of your thighs. It fingers the zipper of your jeans. It begs, cajoles, climbs into your mouth and between your teeth and trembles there.
Spring fever is here. And there is no better time to #ComeCorrect
Bring it on!
If you are a black gyrl who knows black feminist sex is the best sex EVER…..if you’re a Puerto Rican mami who believes radical women of color cum harder….if you’re an Asian boi who loves bondage…if you’re an activist building an archive of intimate relations in rural communities….if you’re a professor teaching a class on Sexting While Black……
Bring. It. On.
The way it works: Write where you live, but send in a link to your post (and/or HTML or embed URLs if it’s a vLog or image) by midnight on Monday, June 21, 2011 to firstname.lastname@example.org (just in time for summer!).
There are ZERO restrictions. Previously published posts, images, and videos are all welcome! The organizers are cis women of color and we strongly encourage contributions from trans and cis women, nonbinary and trans* feminists of color
Don’t hold back–this carnival is so very Not Safe For Work (#NSFW). We want it to burn the glossy off your monitor.
The #ComeCorrect Spring Fever carnival will be hosted across the interwebs @:
If you’re interested in hosting, shoot us an email. If you’d like to curate the next one, let us know!
Your #ComeCorrect curators this #FeverSeason are:
ABOUT COME CORRECT:
BECAUSE BLACK FEMINIST SEX IS THE BEST SEX EVER…
COME CORRECT WAS CREATED BY THOSE OF US HAVING AND COMMITTED TO HAVING TRANSFORMATIVE EROTIC EXPERIENCES WITH/AS BLACK FEMINISTS. (AND BOTH! OH BOTH!!!!!!)
THIS IS ALSO A WAKE UP CALL TO ANYONE WHO INSISTS ON INTIMACY WITHOUT ACCOUNTABILITY, CONDONES VIOLENCE AGAINST BLACK WOMEN, OR REFUSES TO BE TRANSFORMED BY THE ECSTATIC MIRACLE THAT BLACK WOMEN EXIST. YOU ARE SERIOUSLY MISSING OUT.
On Monday, I woke up anxious.
I’d been watching Grey’s Anatomy all night and the Christina-Burke story line was stuck in my head.
Remember that one? Yeah. You do. It’s the one where a young, professional woman of color falls for a mature, professional man of color, slowly loses herself in his expectations of their relationship, and gets left at the altar only because he couldn’t make her go through with it.
(yeah. that one.)
Most of me knows that Shonda Rhimes is to black (professional) love as Tyler Perry is to black (professional) women…
My body is an archive. Through it I bound to others. You cannot take back that which has been given. I cannot steal my body away from another’s experience of it. I cannot lay claim to that which was shared, in vulnerable and awed resilience, with other bodies. I cannot hide it away from the ways in which it brings me back, again and again, to the women I have had sex with. This almost fearful gaze that attacks my eyes when I know that soon I will com bust in a bundle nerves. You have seen it. That angry swelling that almost hurt with its need. You have felt it. This shyness, of wanting but afraid to have that which I could never ask for. You have tasted it. This fever that rose to meet your fingertips wherever they land(ed). This fever was ours, not mine. We were sick with it, and in trying to break it we made ourselves sicker with heat.
(She had me at archive.)
Read, view and hear other #rwocsex & #blackfeministsex interludes over at Betta Come Correct. Happy Saturday.
So I was at an academic dinner last night and ended up in a long conversation about Beyonce’s three performances of her “Run the World (Girls)” single: the video, the Billboard Awards, and the Oprah show. Since a computer is always nearby, we pulled up all three (along with Janet Jackson’s “Rhythm Nation” video–more on that later). The conversation reflected a serious generation gap (lots of “Why can’t she cover up” type of talk) but was engaging all around….
Until a colleague of mine, peering over my shoulder at the “Run the World (Girls)” video, tilted her head and asked me, “So is Beyonce saying sexy, light-skinned, long-haired women run the world?”
Well, well. Remember this image?