Yes, I did scrub my blog a bit.

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Before you even ask me.

No shade, but if you were looking for a certain name to pop up in this blog, keep it moving.  You obviously have not noticed my focus moved on years ago.

I noticed someone clicked on a post from 2012 on a topic that shall remain nameless because it’s no longer an interest or research focus.  Last night I scrubbed my blog nice and clean and today I completed the process–my focus should be obvious–my writing,  Digital Humanities, Afrofuturism, intersectional feminism, African Diaspora, World cultures, Black men and Black women, Black sexualities, Black Lives Matter.  Notice I did not mention celebrity culture, and that’s for a reason, not the least of which the toxicity of celebrity culture is currently dismantling our democracy.  I’m sick of celebrities, and I say fuck celebrities and their narcissism.  Fuck Trump and Kanye/Kardasians.

I still kick it with my Irish brothers and sisters, yes, but I’ve been on the Afrofuturism path for some years now, and quite frankly, I wasted some precious years on an ultimately useless and empty project focused on a vapid, empty, has-been celebrity, and as in anything else in life you learn from your mistakes and move on, nothing to see.

Time is too short to waste on vapid, empty research projects.  Now go back and read my poetry, or go read one of my stories.  I’ve got more coming, people, and May is still early.  24 more days, and I’m just getting started.

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lamentation of the neglected pussy #30days #30days2018 by Cherie Ann Turpin

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I have not fucked since 2012

I’m tired of this shit

I love my vibrator

but goddamn it’s not the same thing as fingers tongue or dick

last woman I was with fucked me against a wall and

made me come like a lion in heat

last man who actually knew how to fuck me fucked me all day

broke my bed

I am a multi-orgasmic woman starved of the basics

I ignored it at the risk of my own well being because

I thought I was better off focusing on work and healing my broken heart

work will always be work

my heart is healed

my poetry is stuck in my head because

I neglected myself 

I forgot how to connect and be that wild sexual woman

I like sex and companionship without being desperate or needing a wedding ring

I think marriage in its current state is canonization of desperation and fear of loneliness

I refused to get caught up but I paid a price that

I still do not regret

but now it’s time to return to my body and erotic impulses

I need to fuck for health reasons

my pussy won’t take a dildo anymore

I need to fuck for spiritual reasons

my magic needs to land someplace concrete

I need to fuck for rhetorical reasons

my writing is lacking concrete edges and passion

we act like sex is something extra, like it’s just for making babies

I didn’t make a baby or get a spouse

we demonize a very human need for touching kissing orgasms

can’t pray away human desire for erotic love and

why would you want to do that?

food or drug or drink won’t fill that ache either

Toni Morrison wrote about this in Sula

she gave me language and imagery to understand what

I experience now as a 51-year-old woman

I have feelings

I am a human being with needs

I enjoy consensual sex

deal with it

my voice is back.

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deflect #30days #30days2018 by Cherie Ann Turpin

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you said you wanted to know

you wanted me to tell you about myself

i deflected and told you about my parents

that’s me hiding yes

you knew it too

delay before satisfaction

that’s a strategy too like when

i set the vibrator on low

i brought a question for you

i knew i would not ask

being all respectable and all

you wouldn’t have shared anyway as

you have some issues with sharing emotions

you certainly would not have told me about the last time

you had an orgasm or how often

you thought about me while

you stroked your cock

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my turn #30days #30days2018 by Cherie Ann Turpin

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my terms

my turn

talk about it without the deflecting

pause on gaslighting me

pause on gaslighting to mansplain me as damaged

gaslight designed to dismiss me as damaged goods

as if women are “goods” for exchange

as if the damage itself makes me not believable or trustworthy

rape survivors do still like sex

on our terms

we are human beings

not sex dolls

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