I’m a St. Louis girl (ok, University City, right next door), and was just recently thinking about when we were bussed to Jr. High in 6th grade. My elementary school had been very mixed, but there were kids at our new school who had been in all-white or all-black environments until that year. I remember how unsettling it was to realize that the adults had no clue how to deal with the resulting problems.
Just the other day, one of my students had to read an essay for another class by a black man talking about how he is perceived by white people; just the fact of his body becomes charged, dangerous. One of the study questions was, “Is this essay still relevant today? Why or why not?”
Black Power Blueprint, you get one pingy-dingy! Thank you for all your love and hard work. Dear readers: Donate. Support. Volunteer. Take heart. Don’t stop loving.
I’m a typewriter whompin’, card catalogue lovin’ white girl from back in the day, and I yearn for a time before the covers of trade paperbacks were all squidgy, so you can imagine that I don’t actually understand what a pingback is. I do know that it can in some way be part of spreading the love, and since that’s what I’m all about at The Total Femme… every Wednesday, I pay homage to the laughter, love, and inspiration to be had elsewhere online.
At the Total Femme, my intention is to post three times a week: Meditations for Queer Femmes on Monday, Pingy-Dingy Wednesday on Wednesday and Femme Friday on Friday. Rather than play catch-up in a stressful fashion on those weeks when life prevents posting, I have decided to just move gaily forward: if I miss a Monday, the next post will be on Wednesday, and so on. Thank you, little bottle of antibiotics for inspiring me in this! (“…if it’s almost time for the next dose, skip the missed dose and continue your regular dosing schedule. Don’t take a double dose to make up for a missed one.”)
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