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A Lesson in the Lessers

0 Comments · Wednesday, August 7, 2013
 If only politicians were cicadas. At least we’d have a longer cycle of silence before the commencement of incessant droning and that annoying buzzing about. The only difference is cicadas, while butt-ugly, die after they mate.
  

Got Faith? Get Love

0 Comments · Wednesday, July 31, 2013
Will anyone reading this even live long enough to witness the world’s major religions change their closed ranks, homophobic ways and teachings?   

You Better Recognize

1 Comment · Wednesday, July 24, 2013
So I could’ve married my cousin, Marc, when I was 13 in Tennessee and we could now be 35 years into Ohio-based bliss but, so far, I cannot marry my partner anywhere else and legally leave her any of my crap in Ohio? SMH. And this is what the Obergefell/Arthur family is upset about.  

Empty Bedrooms (for Trayvon, for Us)

0 Comments · Wednesday, July 17, 2013
I talked to my kids about Trayvon Martin, the flaws and intricacies of the American judicial system, about racial profiling and about how the smallest of bad choices can keep them from coming home at the end of the day.  

Until It's Time for You to Go

0 Comments · Wednesday, July 10, 2013
We’re all, most of us, anyway, waiting together for 93-year-old Nelson Rolihlahla Mandela to go. But, really? How much can one man bear? How much beating? How much ostracization? How many lies? How much defamation, alienation and starvation?   

Post Pride

4 Comments · Wednesday, July 3, 2013
I have noticed during more than 25 years of paying attention to it that many gays and lesbians of color in this still greatly segregated city further segregate ourselves because sometimes we feel pressure to choose between our selves of color and our same-sex-loving selves.   

In the Land of Cotton

0 Comments · Wednesday, June 26, 2013
 I suspect you will get the full drift of how wrong it’s been to hold that soft spot in your heart for slavery once your endorsements dwindle and your TV appearances are relegated to repeats, if that.   

Aralee Strange: 1944-2013

1 Comment · Wednesday, June 19, 2013
There was this woman with a deep, slow drawl spoken in something between a rasp and a whisper who had a lightning bolt inked high on her right cheekbone not as thuggery, irony or defiance but as a simple, stunning marker adding to the mystique of a woman easily mistaken in her era-defying androgyny for a man.
  

Go Ask Your Father

0 Comments · Wednesday, June 12, 2013
Sixteen months ago in a gated Sanford, Fla., community patrolled by a zealous, jittery and armed volunteer neighborhood watchman who felt threatened by the mere presence of an “unfamiliar” black kid walking alone, 17-year-old Trayvon Martin died on a sidewalk of a single gunshot to the chest.
  

Aunt & Circumstance

0 Comments · Wednesday, June 5, 2013
 And even in the vestiges of his boyhood in his overtures toward independence, he does what all our children, grandchildren, nieces and nephews among him do. He is looking for his family. Even when he is letting go, he is holding on.
  

Refried Beans/Refried Chicken

1 Comment · Wednesday, May 29, 2013
It all started, as it always does, with fried chicken. Offenders reducing a black man’s identity to a deflated stereotype — especially one boiling down to food — have usually felt like the oppressed in their own lives because they are losers on some level; they cannot quite reach that elusive gold ring of accomplishment.   

Sick with This (a Rant in B-Flat)

4 Comments · Wednesday, May 22, 2013
 I’m sick of the Tailhook nature of navigating daily life when people are so blithely rude they let doors slam in the faces of the people behind them, they jostle and slam into others without so much as an “excuse me,” so by the time I retreat back to home base I feel like an abused slab of dough.  

A Streetcar Named a Failure

6 Comments · Wednesday, May 15, 2013
Forget the bickering, back-and-forth and ballot measures. What we’re now doing — and I use “we” to mean whomever accesses city coffers or pulls capital and/or operating budget purse strings — is putting the streetcar before public good and public interest.
  

Of the Dead Speak No Evil

0 Comments · Wednesday, May 8, 2013
Anyone who knows the Allen brothers knows it’s a blessing and an honor to do so, but some of us have no idea these men are walking-around Black History Month icons.  

Death by a Thousand Budget Cuts

1 Comment · Thursday, May 2, 2013
Politicians here are like helicopter parents, mishandling the city in the same blatantly narcissistic manner as parents who bear children for the sole purposes of shaping those children in their images.