NEW READERS: I talk about race, sex, and sexuality. A lot.

 

(Props to Hexy  – the definitions post is blogosphere platinum .  Check out her blog.  Her brilliance will make you want to take that 36-hour flight to Australia jut so you can kneel at her feet.)

A recent email from a “fan”  who received a link to my blog from a mutual friend stated that while she liked my blog, she was turned off by a lot of my posts dealing with racism.  Her view: by discussing race in a frank, non-apologetic way, I am promoting racism. (And yes, she was White.)  I can’t keep sending people via links to Racialicious for Race Chat for Dummies; sooner or later somebody’s going to kvetch. I was also recently told by a straight acquaintance and reader of the blog that I talk about queer issues a lot. Like, too much. (I have no idea what that means.)  No complaints yet about all the sex talk, but the year is young.

 I want this post to serve as a heads-up to anyone who doesn’t feel comfortable with the following:

1.) I talk about race.  Critical race theory is a crucial component of my creative work, my offline activism, and my life’s principles.  I’m a thinker.  Compassionate analysis/ deconstruction (think Derrida, Foucault, Fanon, Said, and Baudrillard but with a heart)  is how I enact positive change. Dealwitit.

2.) I talk about gender.  My womanhood is part of my identity.  Identity politics are problematic, I know, and identity itself is often more fluid than many of us are willing to admit, but there it is.  A part of the convoluted beauty of my selves features my great big ole gorgeous brown vajayjay.   Too descriptive?  Then you’re on the wrong blog, homey.

3.) I talk about sex.  Why the hell shouldn’t I?  I’m having it, and I hope you are, too.

4.) I talk about sexuality.  Sexual preference (what kinda person you like to take to your bed) is only a small part of the larger body of human sexuality.  It is also vast, fluid, and complex.  And it is politically charged, because queer people are oppressed – and that oppression matters to me.

5.) More than anything else, I talk about my life, as honestly and entertainingly as I can while maintaining my anonymity.  This is not a paid blog.  Possum Stew is not about “giving the people what they want.”  Sorry.  That’s just not how I roll.

I promise you, no matter who you are, at some point we are gonna disagree.  You are not gonna like what I have to say all the time.  You may find yourself passionately opposing some deeply-cherished belief of mine.  I may find myself not liking your ass very much.  I’d like to think that this wouldn’t mean that we couldn’t get along, but really, if  what you find here offends you, you always have the option of just going away. 

Bottom line: this is my blog. I will not be censored, censured, or silenced by No-Damn-Body. To quote Madonna*: “I’m not your bitch. Don’t hang your shit on me.”

Thanks.

 

Teh Kitteh staffs the Possum Stew Complaints Department. Talk to the paw!

 

*Madonna quote is from the song “Human Nature.”  (You know, from back in the nineties, when Madonna was cool and I still respected her.)

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