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hunger 14 Aug 2013 | 11:47 pm
He wanted to populate a world map of men who’d fucked him. Kenya was already taken. But I wanted to be on that map. * He was a librarian. He had the strongest calves I’d ever seen. * I didn’t k...
Notes on Queer Africa 30 Jul 2013 | 01:05 pm
Reading Kenya from the U.S. requires remembering that Kenya is not the U.S. * To be injured means that one has the chance to reflect upon injury, to find out the mechanisms of its distribution, to f...
From a Book 29 Jul 2013 | 11:15 am
The soapstone artist walks out to meet us from the back of his shop, shakes our hands, apologizes for the green paint that stains his hands and does not transfer to us. He comes from a region famous f...
Roses 15 Jul 2013 | 11:48 am
I’m reading Jack Spicer again. At first, his work sounded prophetic, then I realized that it registers the long life of queer disposability. Take “Homosexuality”: Roses that wear roses Enjoy mirror...
Stay Safe 14 Jul 2013 | 11:38 am
We say these words with a sense of hope, believing that, like the magic waters supposed to protect resistant blacks from bullets during anti-colonial struggles, they will, somehow, ward off the intend...
Kenyan Queer Cultural Production (in a report era) 10 Jul 2013 | 10:41 am
“Queerness is not yet here,” writes Jose Muñoz, adding, “[W]e are not yet queer.” Queerness “is that thing that lets us feel that this world is not enough, that indeed, something is missing.” If queer...
“too dangerous a thing” 7 Jul 2013 | 06:58 pm
I am arrested by this: That evening, I was hunched over, sweeping my apartment with a broom, the native kind, made from the raw, dry stems of palm leaves, tide together at the thick end of with a bam...
border crossings 7 Jul 2013 | 12:10 am
I continue to stumble around, to lumber into things, to lose place, unable to find a “my.” Of the family portraits in my mother’s house, I am the only one represented by a single photograph (I don’t ...
Flavors (draft) 6 Jul 2013 | 05:02 am
Perhaps, later, under the weight of collective memory, I name mango and passion fruit and sugar cane as the flavors of home. Later. Only later. I remember, better, texture and blandness: salt, hydroge...
“We are not terrible people” 3 Jul 2013 | 01:28 am
I return to blogging about the Caine Prize late, later than I’d have liked. Just as I return to reading late, later than I’d have liked. I’m still reading Mark Rifkin’s When Did Indians Become Straigh...
