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Hymn to Him

0 Comments · Wednesday, February 5, 2003
Heroes are at home. Randy is my aesthetic yardstick, my operative, deputized spy and intellectual paramour. Peerless in his frustration, anger, rage and truth-telling with the chocolatey center, h  

Rated: R. (Kelly): A star and charges of child pornography

0 Comments · Wednesday, January 29, 2003
This is war. God and Satan in an ancient grudge scrap in a Celebrity Death Match for R. Kelly's soul. God keeps losing. R&B deejays make jokes ("some brothas just freaky like dat") and open the pho  

I Had a Dream: Reflections on Martin Luther King Day

0 Comments · Wednesday, January 22, 2003
"Morals cannot be legislated, but behavior can be regulated." --The Rev. Martin Luther King Jr. Lemme holla at you today, my people, 'cause even though we're face down in these tripped-out times  

A Good Omelet: The Arts Consortium and MLK

0 Comments · Wednesday, January 15, 2003
Namesakes are fallin' out in the aisles. The Arts Consortium of Cincinnati dodged a bullet when it changed the name of its Dr. Martin Luther King Day Breakfast, assuaging itself for holding the eve  

Leviticus: Faggot (No. 65)

0 Comments · Wednesday, January 8, 2003
"Hey faggot, better run, run, run 'cause Daddy's home/ Daddy's sweet little boy just a little too sweet/ and every night the man showed the faggot what a real man should be." -- "Leviticus: Faggot,  

Uncle Tom's Cabin

0 Comments · Wednesday, January 1, 2003
The grounds are rocky where my intellect turns somersaults. It's a conspiracy of time and place that I navigate this malaise. It's an emotional/spiritual/professional End-of-the-Year Clearance Sale  

Merry Christmas to Me

0 Comments · Thursday, December 26, 2002
EDITOR'S NOTE: Kathy was too busy to write a new letter to Santa Claus, so she sent last year's instead. A version of this column first ran in the issue of Dec. 20-26, 2001. Dear Santa, Can you pl  

Bum's Cathedral

0 Comments · Thursday, December 19, 2002
They handed out fleece-lined jackets. Grady Cook got one. We gathered in the basement of the Mt. Auburn Presbyterian Church Dec. 14 for the annual dinner of the Greater Cincinnati Coalition for the  

Cincinnati UpSouth

0 Comments · Thursday, December 12, 2002
Cincinnati is the southern-most northern city. Yet, in our uppity northern ways, we make fun of all things southern. But they've made visible strides since sprayin' niggers with hoses was a sport.  

Movin' On Up

0 Comments · Thursday, December 5, 2002
Oh, those party conversations. It was said wistfully, as in passing. Still it carried heft. Whooomp! Like a steaming sack of hot do-do it splattered down. The affluent black woman at the holiday g