Every year in ritual I retell this story. I also tell it before my Bawdy Divine Workshop. It’s part of my glitter magic and as we descend into the darkest night in what seems the darkest year I cast it out again into the world as a way to reel in the light. The…
Category: Writing
Not that kinda party.
(written after an interaction with an uber driver on my way home from performing at the Uptown Club in Oakland) You… You saw a happy, tipsy, fat, black woman and assumed I was a straight club girl on her way home from a night of partying. You assumed I was blowing off steam after…
Fashion and Design (a rant)
I do not want a fashion designer I want a goddamn engineer to make the speed of my curves rival that of the autobahn I want an interior designer to mold my frame with gold lame I want a mathematician to calculate the exact type and tautness of my fabric so that…
My Body’s not a Cage
“My Body is not a Cage” was written for “Burlesque and Why” a stage play produced by Dottie Lux, the founder of Red Hots Burlesque. Her goal was to give the audience an insight into what is beneath the glitter and glam. A chance to see that our performances are deeper than the foundation…
Loc-n-Jane Out
It has been years… years since I’ve been in a beauty salon… let alone a black salon. The smells of hot grease and curling irons drown me in an ache, a longing for home and pink barrettes, shiny black patent leather shoes and baby blue taffeta dresses. Sade and Aretha Franklin sounds so thick that…
Creole Queen
I was up late yet again last night. I have so much stuff to do today but I just do not feel like doing it. I feel as if things are spiraling out of control. Maybe that is why I am finding it so easy to write right now. Well here are some lyrics…