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trigger-warning:  50 years of rape culture/slut-shaming/misogyny/misogynoir that cannot fit into a tweet for the Washington Post
I can tell you what happened to me at Clark College when my first sexual contact with a man was being raped twice by a Morehouse athlete who thought he was scoring a new girlfriend

I can tell you about being plied with alcohol, then raped and threatened by a male roommate–then slut-shamed for it

I can tell you about the time a man giving me a ride to MARTA in Atl forced a kiss on me

I can tell you about being slut-shamed by a female relative who told my family I was a whore

I can tell you about the time five men followed me in Atl from bus to MARTA to bus with clear intent to gang-rape me–I rode that bus to the end of line and my flashpass kept me on that bus and they ended up stranded when I rode back to my stop

I can tell you about being sexually harassed–twice–by adjunct professors when I was an undergrad at UDC

I can tell you about being catcalled by a bunch of “bros” driving past me as I walked to meet new classmates at a pub in Burlington VT

I can tell you about being stalked and slut-shamed by the same person in grad school

I can tell you about being followed home by a man in a van in the middle of winter on a back road when I was at UConn

I can tell you about having my nipple bitten without consent by a man at a club while dancing–he did permanent damage and he smiled before I hit him back

I can tell you about being approached and catcalled by a man while walking in my corporate suit to a campus interview for a professor position at UDC

I can tell you about being stalked by some unknown man during my first year as a professor who thought it was okay to send flowers to my office and my classroom

I can tell you about being followed and secretly photographed by a fellow grad student in Saas-Fee for the purpose of slut/size/race shaming me by sharing his “art” with the other grad students on a dvd

I can tell you about being followed by a lurking man when I walked home from campus–and waited for me to walk towards my apartment, till he saw me with security

I can tell you that despite the scars from these cuts and gouges

my self-worth
my sexuality
my humanity
my womanhood
my spirit
my jouissance
my grace



October 10, 2016

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Afro-futurism Scholar 2014 in review

The stats helper monkeys prepared a 2014 annual report for my blog.

Here’s an excerpt:

A San Francisco cable car holds 60 people. This blog was viewed about 3,600 times in 2014. If it were a cable car, it would take about 60 trips to carry that many people.

Click here to see the complete report.

Some recent selfies for my fans out there looking in….

I’ve noticed some traffic on past selfie posts–yes, more full body photos are coming! Thank you for looking in–now click on the left of this screen and support this blog and my radio show!



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For my fans, some selfies while I write my Afrofuturism and Black Feminisms Chapter

I am balancing out my teaching and committee duties with the other piece of what I do as a scholar–research and write.  I was commissioned to build a chapter for a Black Studies reader that would focus on Afrofuturism and Black Feminisms.

Looking at the wealth of material on Black Feminism has made me realize just how much work  I actually missed while writing my own book–it’s a reminder of that constant feeling that one can never really capture everything, though one may try to engage as much as possible.  Making connections between two flourishing movements isn’t so much the issue as it is negotiating the discursive tensions with regard to political and aesthetic concerns.

Meeting deadlines while balancing out five classes and Faculty Senate committee work isn’t always a breeze, even with the great assistance of two very talented RAs.  At the end of the day, it is up to me.  It’s always up to me.

As you know, I like to document my moods and emotions on my face while I work.  Enjoy the view while I work.

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