#myles johnson

[annoyedkayah2395]

Nasir Jones

[annoyedkayah2395]

Going from hood to edumacated and sophisticated

[mystickybalion]

Overheard

"Do you watch art or do you skim through it? Your obsession with being seen/validated by/comparable to whiteness is making your taste suffer." 👩🏽‍💻☕️

[walkermargaret]

When the Orlando Pulse shooting happened, I broke into pieces. Then, I saw Alton Sterling shot, and the pieces turned into dust. That is a unique magic trick that I only know from being a Black queer person. The universal skill that I see in the Black queer community and other people who exist at intersections is the ability to find joy in survival. Observers call it strength and resilience, but it is a part of our DNA and conditioning. Our other skill is the ability to find delight in our transgressions. Even after we are made aware that reactions to our subversiveness can be brutal, can lead to our arrest, our deportation, our death, we continue to delight in not giving into the mainstream culture. This method of coping with trauma operates like clockwork, too. We move forward, moment by moment. Despite the heinous state of the world, we are going to live.

Myles Johnson, “A Clockwork Trauma”

[nprbooks]

Like lots of little kids, Jeremiah — the main character of the children's book Large Fears — has big dreams. He wants to go to Mars. But Jeremiah is also pretty different from the characters author Myles Johnson met in the stories he read when he was growing up: Jeremiah is black, and he really, really likes the color pink.

"He's queer, and he's a bit unconventional,” Johnson says. “He's essentially myself as a child.

Lovely Illustrations From The Story Of A Black Boy Who Dreams Of Going To Mars

[geminivisibility-blog]

This round blue ball we call earth was stuck in my throat and my eyes were beginning to swell, and my hands were beginning to shake, and I was realizing that my death was swiftly approaching. My vision began to fade, and I could feel my body split into two. I was leaving. Like a bullet to the heart, like a shock to the brain, I was fading out of …

“I met life and she was in love with me”