CFS: Solace: Writing, Refuge, and LGBTQ Women of Color

Sista Outsider

Deeply troubled by recent acts of violence against Black and Brown lesbian, bisexual, and trans* bodies, this work seeks submissions that explore the ways in which LGBTQ women find solace: in each other, in their communities, and from within themselves, as they traverse the dangers of living as LGBTQ women of color in the United States. BLF Press and Resolute Publishing will produce a collection of writing that explores our pain, as well as our attempts to find solace in a world that seeks to destroy us. Audre Lorde writes that “We were never meant to survive,” yet here we are.  What are our strategies for survival? Where do we find solace? We welcome submissions from writers in varying stages of their writing careers, from seasoned to novice.

Solace: Writing, Refuge, and LGBTQ Women of Color embraces the complexities of our lives, revealing the depths of our pain and the…

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Time Flies

Y’all. A sista has been busy!  I’ve moved, leaving crazy monochromatic rural PA for the warmth of the southern climes.  You can say what you want about the South, but at least I know them devils.

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I’m writing like my life depends on it, and in an way, it does. Graduation is December 20, so if we can settle on a defense date, I’ll be graduating this winter. Finally.

The anthology is coming along nicely; we have a wonderful group of writers who have submitted a wide range of stories about Black lesbians that I just know y’all are going to love. We are in the final stages of editing right now, and I’ll update you on the publication date soon.

I’ve missed y’all. What have you been doing while I’ve been away?

S.O.

Canadian Queer Women’s Classics: A Top Ten Must-Read List

I’ve read several of the books on this list. What about y’all?

Casey the Canadian Lesbrarian

So, I recently did a bit of googling (asking Lord Google, as my friend would say) to find out what is usually included on lists of must-read “lesbian” books, or lists of “lesbian” classics.  I’m putting lesbian in scare quotes there because I’m pretty resentful about having to use just this search term, when what I really mean is bi/queer/lesbian/otherwise non-hetero women identified authors, characters, and books.  But such is the status of googling today.

A great YA novel, totally featuring a bi, not lesbian, teenager A great YA novel, totally featuring a bi, not lesbian, teenager

I’m all for book lists and I love to debate about what is a must-read and what isn’t in the realm of queer lady writing.  But (wo)man, some of these lists suck.  Part of this is the same problem I had with search terms: lists claim to tell you all the books “gay ladies” should all read, or the “lesbian” classics you can’t miss…

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Life, or Something Like It

It’s been a while since I’ve updated this blog. My life has been a bit hectic since the move and the start of this new job. Things are good on a personal front, but I’ll admit that I’ve purposefully refrained from writing here the past few months. Not only that, I’ve tried to stay off of the web in general. I can’t bear to read the news these days.  A part of me feels like I’ve taken the easy way out; I don’t want to talk about Eric Garner, Michael Brown, or any of the other Black folks murdered by the police in recent months, hell, recent years.

I still don’t.  Let me rephrase that. I can’t talk about them right now. My broken heart won’t let me.

Instead, I’ll post their names, and let you ponder on the state sanctioned violence that is being enacted whole scale on Black folks in the U.S. right now.  It’s nothing new; but it does seem to be “trending” again in ways that I have to admit frighten me. I’ve never felt so unsafe in my entire life, and I’m afraid for everyone in this country that looks like me.

Still, I’m happy to see the recent protests going on all over the country, and the messages of support from our brothers and sisters around the world. Perhaps this is our next Civil Rights Movement. I hope so.

I’ll leave you with two images: the names of the murdered, and a song that embodies what a lot of us are feeling right now.

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Peace,

S.O.

Love Unrequited: The Story of What Was

My new friend and colleague regaled us with this story last November around the dinner table while at a conference. I’m so glad to see that she has written about her grandmother’s fierce determination to live her life on her own terms, and I’m so happy that she has given me permission to share it here with you. Enjoy.

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“Grandma, why don’t you marry Father Y?”

The friendship that unfolded between my grandmother and her former priest was heartfelt and loving and the family watched and waited, hoping it would grow into marriage.  The question above was one we asked her repeatedly the last near-dozen years of her life.  Finally, almost three months after she died on August 25, 2013, I went on a quest to meet the man who had loved my grandmother for nearly five decades.  Ironically, friends though they were to the end, he had to content himself with hearing her voice only because he never saw her in person again after their first few years together.  This is their story.

When It All Began…

My grandmother married my grandfather in Las Vegas in 1952 where my mother was born in 1953 on May 20th, just 3 days after…

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