Empowered by the Ancestors and enlisted by the powers to be, Black Market and a group of COMMUNITY CREATIVES have been tapped to take-over the blighted lot (across from the Haley House next to Black Market) for an ARTS + HEALING Festival!
This is an opportunity for us to enliven and activate a space that has been vacant for over 50 years in the center of Dudley Square, Roxbury! Join us for the ART + HEALING TAKE-OVER! Change the VISUAL + SPIRITUAL CONVERSATION of our community by participating in this incredible event!
Photo-booth Instillation by Black Market and Jackie of Queens Co. - IG: @jackk_elin
August 17, 2019
Location:: Black Market, Dudley, 2139 Washington Street, Roxbury, Boston, MA
Taken on the same day as Boston Pride - June 8th, 2019
267 Western Ave, Brighton MA
RoyalHoneyAbstract for Anamalous Magazine
Submission for Anamalous Magazine Issue 6: Buttercup March/April 2019
In honor of Women’s History Month (March) and Blacck Women’s History Month (April), this issue is dedicated to women of color. Theme: Sexual liberation regarding women of color.
“What does Sexual liberation mean to me?”
No guilt. No feeling dirty or wrong. No shame.
The shame is what makes folks like me, Black pansexuals, stay closeted. Saying you are not just attracted to the body is still a taboo, though times are a-changing. Limits were affixed to my body as soon as I was born, you share this part of my story. Pretty early, maybe first grade, I realized that I was attracted to not only the opposite gender/sex but to anyone in between but (poorly) hid my curiosity. Around junior high school in 2008-9, I wanted to be visible and proud in my identity, a nameless reminder to encourage others to do the same. In simple words, being me is not dirty or wrong, sexual liberation is power.
“What are difficulties, if any, that you face in society as a sexually liberated woman, as well as in black & brown spaces?”
An opinion: “That gay shit = That white shit.” To that I say, Go see the world, suck a dick, and be somebody. Distant relatives on my timeline/newsfeed right now posting publicly and adamantly about conspiracies that the government conspires to emasculate “our” men by poisoning our drinking water with the big ‘Gay’ to destabilize our households. Do you see this changing the way I approach my love life and sexual exploration? Do you see this affecting any queer person to stop loving and fucking who they want? To the first question, Hell No, but to the second question is an overwhelming Yes. Conversion therapy exists, and the folks receiving that treatment heard that their sexual identity was wrong, dirty, that their desires were unthinkable and blasphemous. To them, being “normal” is the goal, and normal historically is straight, white, and thin. I am none of those things, so why fit into a box that was never made for you? No fear, shame, or guilt. You can also find that by embracing your identities and finding a tribe of people who accept you for not only your confidence but for your bravery. No one said it would be easy, but it damn sure is brave.
Advice about embracing your sexual liberation:
Last week, month, year when you thought about the future you were thinking about today: Decide for yourself what your future looks like. I say to myself, “What the future has for me is all I’m really here to see.” Try to interact with folks and your body like you already know your future, and free yourself of the burden of “What if?, the guilt of “Should I?”, or shame of “Why not?” Do for you.
Discussion Topic: 1 thing you want people to think about for the holidays?”
“What do you notice yourself thinking about when you are completely still?” In December, we are able to recognize the stillness that we miss running from errand to errand. Snow and the cold force folks to find shelter and unity, everything seems picturesque and frozen in time, all the clichés. This is about finding that unity within yourself. My images tend to be very documentary of queer black folks and fractured, split with layers, or divided into two frames, a frame with action and a frame of stillness. Here, this is about finding the stillness and effortlessness of this time of year when toys and familial expectations are packaged and wrapped up in a big red bow. Interesting story, after getting my palm read earlier this year, they told me to adorn myself and my things in red. It will remind me of the power and grace one can find in stillness. Reminding me and those who witness that this right here is urgent and needs attention, like the red bubbles that pop up on your app to show your notifications. There are two months in which we see red the most: February for Valentines (also my birthday month) and December. I want you to focus on stillness. Ask yourself, What do I notice myself thinking about when I am completely still?
If I Die I'm A Legend: A Tale of Orisha, Hoodoo, and #BlackLivesMatter | Pittsburgh
"If I Die I'm A Legend: A Tale of Orisha, Hoodoo, and #BlackLivesMatter
A historical diagram of afro-futuristic existence, this immersive theater work provides a look into Street Deities and their relationships to the lineage of diasporic people. Audiences will witness the creation of a #blacklivesmatter #shrine after traveling through #blackpower portals. Portals that provide a space where marginalized voices can respond to corporate white supremacist efforts of gentrification, erasure and appropriation.
Corey J. Carrington
If I Die I'm A Legend: A Tale of Orisha, Hoodoo, and #BlackLivesMatter was the winner of the 2016 Pittsburgh Fringe Festival "Best in Show Selke Award" and is supported by The Pittsburgh Foundation and The Heinz Endowments through the Advancing Black Arts in Pittsburgh Fund.