Sex Dreams

by F. Denaud 

Bluez Babiez,

Last weekend I was ravenous. I cruised right through Kindred, stumbled across Women, Race, and Class and surfed right onto Blues Legacies and Black Feminism x Madame Angela Davis (I'm waiting until my next check to buy it so I've only dug into the free sample, although I did read it some years ago in college.)

Dizzied by black woman badassness, I tried to identify the creative and intuitive logic behind my impromptu syllabus. I find myself identifying, accessing, imploding every day logics as a pastime, so I figured interrogating my own could be fruitful. Beyond the black woman badassness and the strategic use of slavery as a "primary" trauma, there was something else I was circling in all the texts that felt really good.

And then Davis did it.

Sexual freedom.

She deliciously sketches the ways in which sexual independence served as the initial cite of emancipatory changes and experiences. And how the Blues is that golden artifact, that golden moment, when a new Black American sexual consciousness is both articulated and embodied. I had read this before but it registered differently, with a whole new potency (hehe) and potential.

It means sex matters, in ways so complicated and intricate, that I have been asking the wrong questions. Well, not exactly. I had asked this question before but I wasn't sure why.

In what kind of political, social, economic, cultural "arrangement" would Black and Brown Wimmin experience the greatest sexual health and pleasure possible? What would political education committed to, or in service of this vision look, sound, and feel like?

This is a struggle I want to be apart of. This is a way of both organizing that responds to the pitfalls of dogma, abstraction, contradiction, and the phallus. These are my sex dreams.

We went from Suicide Notes
       I will not clamor at the gates of citizenship 
to Manifestos 
    We will not clamor at the gates of your citizenship
But all we found were poems