“Sexual revolution, booty-call 90s + superwomen” and other links…

Buy this Book at Amazon.com! Suheir Hammad (via LiberatorMagazine.com): “I know women in their thirties who’ve been celibate for years, because they were so promiscuous in their twenties and we went through the booty-call nineties. Because in the nineties you had the sense that you could sleep with anyone you wanted, and we thought we knew enough about safe sex. And there wasn’t any reference to the emotional reality of sharing yourself with people you didn’t trust. Some of my friends are able to make the distinction between love and sex. And they go to parties and really enjoy being in New York City. They have their mad money, so if you get mad at the guy, you got cab money home.”

I really, really appreciate Suheir Hammad talking about this celibacy thang and its cowardly irreligious piety reigning after being an atheistic, secular “sinner.” Not having a “reference to the emotional reality of sharing yourself with people you didn’t trust” is another way of saying that too many good-looking chicks are just stupid—in a stupor of slavish non-consciousness. By the time they wake up from their societal trance most end up looking like Gloria Steinem (she actually looks pretty damn well for a 74-year-old American woman).

By the way, no one outside of the swaddling of social acceptance by a sick society should “really enjoy being in New York City”… Women having “mad money” and making “the distinction between love and sex” is just people with vaginas talking like they have barbarian patriarchal balls. Of course you know, “liberated woman of peace,” you really mean war…

Watch Suheir Hammad kick a thug life tone of voice in “Mike Check” on YouTube.com.

“‘Awesome’ husband awful with money”

Steve Bucci: “Money is indeed a major cause of conflict in relationships and the No. 1 cause of divorce in the early years of marriage. Klontz believes you and your husband may have some competing beliefs about money that drive your financial behaviors. He calls them ‘money scripts.’ Formed in childhood, scripts often have strong emotions attached to them. They often operate outside of our immediate awareness—sort of like the memories I associate with baking smells (thanks Mom!).”

Although this article excerpt focuses on the autopilot “money scripts” of males, this scripting stupor is not alien to women. And since my hometown is so close to Hollywood, it is no accident that the most scripted people on Earth should come from my backyard. Habits are stronger than love—and love requires hate. So there must be something better… but most of “us” are not looking for this better stuff until “our” Hollywood scripts run out and our show is cancelled.

“THOMAS JEFFERSON AND SALLY HEMINGS: THE MASTER AND THE ENSLAVED BLACK WOMAN”

Ann: “Until the day comes when an enslaved woman can have a say-so over her body, the children that come from her body, and how and when she can decide herself what she will or will not be able to do with her body, the word mistress will never be used by me in the same sentences with the words slave and master, regardless as to whether it is Thomas Jefferson or any other white slave master.”

Cicely Tyson and James Earl Jones in a scene from the Off-Broadway production of the play The Blacks, 1961. “a woman”

A woman (?) at liberatormagazine.com: “It’s rare that I get to experience reflective moments of being a woman. Issues of race are where my passion and my anger usually lie. But when it comes to gender I tend to dread the language of gender politics—sort of like how I used to try and quickly read over words like ‘civil rights’ and ‘slavery’ as a child. I knew that if I read too deeply into these words, if I even looked at one of them too long on a page in a history book, that I would find so much pain. I didn’t think I could handle it. I would come to find out at 17 that after the pain comes such beautiful freedom. And now more than a decade later, I am a woman. And finally, I’m allowing myself to look deeply at words like ‘patriarchy’ and have a real response. Numbing chills that have me wanting to check myself.”

The American-corporate-sponsored egocentrism makes each new generation of “urban” youth more sensitive, fragile and violent than the last one. So when I say that I read something like what is written above many, many, many times before, this should immediately make the properly-assimilated reader tune out. What I am supposed to do is seduce the sensitive (and violent) with impotent encouragement and superficial deflection. What this forces me to do is engage in the very same pimp-game, mind-control tactics that has fucked the world up as it is right-the-fuck now.

I remember being 17 years old. I remember hundreds of other people being 17 years old. Whenever some “adult” tries to tell me what a 17-year-old can’t think or how we need to construct handicaps for a 17-year-old, I know I am talking to a mediocre “adult” who is not involved in the development of truly great people but are more like employees taking home checks from some bullshit after-school program.

Here, from the rasx() context, is how one human being reads carefully the text from a 17-year-old above:

  • “It’s rare that I get to experience reflective moments of being a woman.” My flippant assumption is that most “civilized” people are rarely reflective at all.
  • “Issues of race are where my passion and my anger usually lie.” Understand quickly that “race” is an intellectual sandbox created by 19th century white people for captives to play around in… self-described “white” people (and their sidekicks “of color”) can never get “beyond race” so don’t let that college short course fool you… as long as you use the word “race” as your working title, you will forever have race with you—this is just a childlike observation…
  • “I tend to dread the language of gender politics”—I commend you for learning to dread language usage. Most Americans (north and south) are devout materialists and have more respect for hot rivets than the words for the ideas that designed them. You should find it amazing how many of your peers have little respect for thought—even your friends who consider themselves thinkers and are recognized “by the community” as such… Nothing happens in the “real world” without ideas and thinking—not being concerned with this process is an express ticket to The Land of Uninteresting Persons.
  • “I used to try and quickly read over words like ‘civil rights’ and ‘slavery’ as a child”—what you have written here is extremely important to me. Most of the self-described “black people” (with the lower-caste b), who have access to the best resources of Africa held captive in America, would take years to admit what you have written here. Such people of “good breeding”—especially the black women—tend to dislike me on contact at a subconscious level in a matter of seconds without me really trying (my super-non-pimp effect). A person like me is simply unbelievable to too many black elites (who rarely consider themselves elite—but any American black kid under the age of 30 that can write a paragraph of text without copying something else is, sadly, to be considered an elite). Here’s the “bad” news: now that you admit you have a problem, it will take you years to actually find (and use) the successful therapies for the problem. Americans tend to treat issues like this as a “religious matter”—this means that “actually,” “really” and “truly” whiteness is what is real but your “religion” makes you cling to “blackness” on some fragile, anger-based structure. My Blackness was never punk-ass fragile like this in any mature and lasting way—and I know deep down you don’t believe me (because—based on your very written words—you literally can’t) and I have no fourth-decade-of-life-time for “friendships” masquerading as religious wars. But always remember that my super-black person is ultimately at a communal loss because black people like you outnumber me (and there are numerous, sexually-frustrating reasons to truly hate being unique).
  • “…after the pain comes such beautiful freedom,” this is a brilliant and unique insight but my instinct says that this revelation stands on shaky ground. You know, kid, both James Earl Jones and Cicely Tyson are old enough to be my parents, but when I see them in a 1961 photo all coupled up as bright, elite, black youths they look to me ones standing on that same shaky ground as a post-modern 17-year-old in 2008. My understanding of love compels me to study carefully and look closely. Beah Richards says, “The opposite of love is indifference.” The stereotype about today’s youth is that they are extremely indifferent—especially about what happened last week let alone what was going down in 1961. This stereotype may continue to be fulfilled not because of “bad kids” but because of “good” corporate, youth-culture propaganda. You can sell your product twice when your customer forgets she had it once.Who was the person writing to you? How many ancestors does he have? What is with him both seen and unseen? Sister, you have many of the same people inside you. Do not seek “approval” from outsiders. It is all within you. Some outsiders can only show you the way back to yourself.

And never forget: there is a difference between a feel-good, American, religious experience and being truly transformed by knowledge. Seek ye the difference and this will cause you to move toward what is everlasting…

Comments

Ann, 2008-12-09 23:36:36

"Do not seek “approval” from outsiders. It is all within you. Some outsiders can only show you the way back to yourself."

Beautifully stated, and oh, so truthful.

Thanks for the pingback, and thanks for the Romans chapter link. It is right up there with my favourite chapter of Ephesians: Ch. 6.

Peace.

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