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The Case For Supporting [Adjective] Authors*

Union Station, Washington DC, circa 2004

Americanism requires my artistry to match my organic matter.

 

I was raised an American.

I physically developed, formulated a personality, practiced social graces, and made friends living abroad, almost entirely outside of the United States of America.

Beyond America, as an American, no one gave a shit if your father was this race, your mother was that ethnicity, and certainly, without a hometown to tout, nobody cared which city/town/state in America your people came from. The determinant of a shared drink at the bierstübe or an all-out beat down was simple: conciliatory manners, meaning, demonstrating respect towards the culture one is ensconced in, for the sake of peace. This is how I came to understand “relationship building.”

Thus, my confusion when I arrived on these shores to find the Americans acting rather…feral…towards each other. As soon as I smiled hello, the marginalization began: What are you? What are your parents? Where do they come from? What neighborhood do you live in? Marginalizing box after box after box instead of just a, ‘nice to meet you’ in response. I thought it was a phase, but, twenty-three years later, that fervent need to make a person fit in a narrow-minded box is still definitive Americana.

Artistically, my race/sex/ethnicity/nationality/sexuality/etc does not matter. I have voiced men, I have voiced South Asians, I have voiced transsexuals through my artistry. It’s because I allow myself to be infused by these cultures that these stories and poems manifest, and manifest with respect to the attributes of the culture.

As an independent author, I had to manage my own marketing, so I tried assimilating into the literary world fold without utilizing Americanism, because it belittles me. If I’m only an [adjective] author, then I’m saying my art is only valuable to [adjective] people, which would be me belittling my target audience, the global community!

The last two months During the summer of 2014, I did decent with general sales but abysmal in representing my work without getting forced into a social cubby-hole. I incurred derogatory statements regarding my sex, my race, my ethnicity, and those statements then erroneously defined the quality of my novel.

While I try to respect the perspective of those who protect their “-ness,” I won’t allow my principles to be subjugated to the -ness. Does that make sense? That’s not my crutch; that’s that person’s crutch, and I needn’t lean on it. Here’s a sample of that:

There was an opportunity for I Blew Up Juarez to be featured in one of Tampa Bay’s [adjective] bookstores. This [adjective] bookstore, according to its owner, is the signature bookstore for the area’s [adjective] community. As well, the owner was a contributing committee member for a major area festival celebrating the [adjective] community, and she was THE person to talk to in order to be a featured artist in that festival. Struck gold, right?

The bookstore owner felt her endorsement of my work would be integral to achieving success in the Greater Tampa Bay reading community. It was here in the conversation I started to experience trepidation, as I observed her mentally pushing four boards together around me in the middle of her shop.

A bystander to our conversation felt compelled to declare, “We need to support all [adjective] authors!” He nodded heavily, proud of this statement. He supplemented his declaration by talking about inspiring the future generation of [adjectives], and the struggles of being [adjective].

Very rah-rah-rah this guy! I saw an opportunity and replied, “Thank you for that! I have copies in my car, would you like to purchase one?”

He blinked at me.

He looked at the bookstore owner.

The bookstore owner burned eyes into him.

He looked back to me and declared, “I wasn’t going to buy a book today.”

I retrieved my review copy of I Blew Up Juarez from her weeks later, as it became more evident her intentions were to puppet my [adjective] self, not my artist self. Even if she was a fellow [adjective] person in the literary community, she behaved like a complete asshole.

Unfortunately, it is socially expected to accept marginalization and profitable to -ness it up.

It’s disparaging, but…I suppose I’m the only one who sees it that way.

*: original post 06.24.2014 – edited content and toned down cynicism

All About That BMI

Do not concentrate on pounds, concentrate on your Body Mass Index. 25-27% is ideal for adult women in their child-bearing years. This weigh-in last year shows I was underweight, although traditional charts would say I am overweight! Think lean, not thin!

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Maintaining my physique requires a strict, monthly discipline: no processed meats, no pork, brown everything, but the hardest discipline is no cheese. I love cheese just as much, if not more than, sex itself!

To compensate, I use the holiday feasting season to just go to town on blues, sharps, softs, creamy, fatty, beeyooteeful cheese! And boy. Did I overdose like a motherfucker.

Considering I run and bike regularly for fitness, I was like, no worries! Put on a little gut, melt it off by February. But oh no…my body did something completely awful. It didn’t go gut. It went BUNS.

Innocently passing by the bathroom mirror whilst wearing boyshorts, I was mortified to discover there was no break where my butt ends and where my thighs begin! So where I should look like a ? without the dot back there, I look like ∏ !!!

Time to invoke Debbie.*

Before P90X, before INSANITY, before Hip Hop Abs, there was Beach Body. Around 1999, I invested in the omnibus – Thin Thighs, Great Abs, Great Buns, errythang. I swear to you, especially my curvy, thick friends reading this – THIS SHIT WORKS!

Whenever I get the attack of the thunder thighs I put in this DVD. I select Thighs, then I’m greeted by a sweet smiling lady with a taut build but also, diesel legs. We are sistren! Debbie’s sweetness continues as she macerates every aspect of my lower body. By the time I’m done, my hips to my toes are quivering for surrender. Debbie ends the session with, “See you tomorrow!”

Fuckin’ psychopath. I love her.

When I bought this DVD, I was 22 and obese. Now I’m 38 and not obese. I found something that worked for me then and serves me well today!

Got a gig coming up in two weeks, and I’d rather not depend on Spanx to get through the evening (although they are at the ready, awaiting call up), so this is what I’m doing along with my stretches, runs, and rides.

We’ll see how Debbie did me by January 24th!

*All screen shots from Great Body Guaranteed! Copyright D2C 

Fantastic Ekphrastic! Two Shows, One Von…Be There!

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How To Ruin A Moment of Silence

Here it is, folks, the most visibly and audibly LOUDEST outfit I’ve worn yet!

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The host had me jingle the beat as she sang, “Jingle Bells.” We made it through one verse. 

At my friend’s house party, I overheard the most beautiful delivery of sarcasm of the whole of 2014: if you’re going to be an atheist, at least be dogmatic about it.

Moment to acknowledge: this was my first Christmas party sans alcohol since I was a KID, and you know what? I had fun! I laughed a lot, I met people, and I ate more than necessary.

No more crutches.

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