“It is the duty of the radical to be extreme”

I am Philly, I am big, I've been crass, bold and more extreme than beautiful. I am love, sex, sensuality—I am that visible and unreal shame cowardly men hold at 3am, liberation for butch queens sweating through wife beaters and timberland boots. I am the spaces outside of the universe manifest as the hope and the dream of the slave. I am a balm for my own soul. A leader, wordsmith and spiritual architect. I am somewhere over the rainbow after having seen too many attempts of living but not alive. I am song and melody, a butterfly of its own kind. Dirt roads and country crock butter tubs that hold corn and tomatoes. From Lola's bosom to Irene's lap and now my own rock and sway, I am alive and my own, for now. An educator, social worker, theater doer and spiritualist. I am dreaming in watercolors, won’t you join me?