Soundcheck: getting better and healing old injuries

A poem is coming.
But first, a revelation as I heal and  recover more personal power…

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Soundcheck.
I’ve spent most of my adult life allowing people to tell me what my boundaries, needs, and spaces are or should be, what or who I should allow close to me, how I should react–mostly at my expense, emotionally and otherwise.
Black women are pressured into participating in our own gaslighting for the good of the collective, and those of us who question this way of thinking are perceived as troublesome or at the least hostile.  When silence prevails, boundaries, needs, and spaces are not respected or met.
I wanted to break that cycle.   It’s one of the biggest reasons why  I went back into therapy.
I am speaking of when communication is not happening, let alone consent or respecting boundaries, needs, and spaces when it comes to gaining and developing emotional access and intimacy.
As Black women we have the right to negotiate our own boundaries, as well as our own needs and spaces despite living in an environment that privileges men, particularly men with race and social class privilege.
By the way, consent is not just about sex, and  I am not talking about sex.
It is about mutually respecting boundaries, needs, and spaces when it comes to gaining and developing emotional access and intimacy.  It’ is also about people speaking up and speaking in a manner that is  honest and  free of passive aggressive diction.   Finally, it is also about respecting each other’s humanity through communicating.
In short, don’t assume and refuse to play into others’ assumptions about you. Instead, ask questions and engage in discussion.  Challenge the assumptions, definitely engage in discussions about mutual and different boundaries, needs, and spaces.
Communication is key in building respect and trust, and so is practicing consent.
Hear my voice.
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Happy New Year!

It has been spectacular ride this year and this decade. I am grateful for the blessing of being alive in 2020, the beginning of the #New20s!

#HappyNewYear2020!

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Laughing while sleeping nude

I don’t remember what I dreamed, but my mother said I was laughing while I slept, which means I was deep in REM sleep, a very good sign. I sleep skyclad, aka nude. I informed my neurologist that I would be nude when doing the sleep study.

When she told me there would be technologists observing me, I shrugged and told her I don’t care, which is very true. I prefer being naked while sleeping, and I’d probably fit in nicely at a nudist colony.

A poem is coming.

…thinking of an anthology on desire and being different abled…

Join us in this conversation and contribute to what will be an anthology series, podcasts, seminar series! A CFP is coming!

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Dr. Cherie Ann Turpin

Takes a certain edge and drive to turn a health event like a grand mal seizure into a conversation about age, ability, and erotic desire.  Turn on your vibrator and start writing.

Happy Samhain aka Happy Mercury Retrograde aka Happy Halloween!

Happy Samhain aka Happy Mercury Retrograde aka Happy Halloween!

Talk about Mercury Retrograde–I cannot drive until I get cleared from my neurologist.

Why?

I had a grand mal seizure Tuesday afternoon after a pretty pleasant English faculty meeting.  I suffer from high blood pressure and intracranial hypertension aka pseudo tumor.  One minute I was standing up to go get my jacket that was still in the office, and 20 minutes later I was quivering in a small pool of urine waking up to my colleagues trying to keep me calm as the EMTs attempted to put me on a stretcher with straps to get me to hospital.  I was not very cooperative, I’m afraid, but I ended up in ER with my colleagues Aparajita (from my last podcast, remember?) and Helene riding with me in the ambulance.  Many thanks go out to April (another one of my podcasts this year) who was able to calm me down enough to keep me from running away from the EMTs–I really do have a problem with people in uniform telling me what to do.

Several hours later I was home after being prodded and poked and examined.  I’ve already seen my GP and I will see my neurologist the same day I see my  shrink.

Unrelated visits but both downtown.

I hate not being able to drive without a doctor’s approval.

I can still write, though.

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I should write about tongues and teeth…..

Home from the dentist: What started out as a $50-75 bill became a $875 bill (payment plan, folks!). Having a metal filling replaced costs MONEY–and apparently this one could not wait…..so now I’m post dentist visit several hours later with a numb mouth and a temporary filling before the permanent replacement…..at least it didn’t hurt.

Of course, I started thinking about many things having to do with tongues, teeth, saliva, taste.  The oral implications and thoughts about surrendering oneself to probes, needles, picks, depressors, and gloved hands.  Swallowing and spitting.

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Dr. Cherie Ann Turpin

 

2019 Coming Out Day

I’m bisexual*, poly-friendly*, leather-kink friendly, intersectional/Black feminist, femme, and I identify as queer*.
*bisexual means I love women AND men AND non-gender/gender-fluid people
*poly means polyamory, and poly-friendly means I am happy in a monogamous or polyamorous relationship
*queer means for me I don’t fit into a nice neat box, plus my leather-femme identity as a submissive is not categorizable
#ComingOutDay
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