For the end of the semester, I decided to indulge in a hipster cliche. Beard flowers. And I loved it. Although I left them in for about twelve minutes, because they’re gross and distracting. I loved this semester, and I adored teaching these badass, curious students. They’re marvelous.
Sometimes, after a birthday, and in the final week of classes, you just go all out. This felt right. Especially the lapel pin as hair accessory, mismatched glasses, and dark lipstick. I felt unruly. I felt queer. I felt Afrofuturist. I loved it.
“What do you want to do for your 32nd birthday?” my mother asked a few days prior. “Drive around Richmond and flip off Confederate statues,” I answered. I regret nothing.
Introduced a kickass speaker on Queer African politics today, met with admitted students, wore an octopus tie. Gave no fucks.
My dear friend Deborah Miranda makes jewelry on etsy to support her granddaughter, and it is amazing. She made me a “badass medallion necklace to counter structural fuckery,” and I love it so desperately I don’t know what to say. You should get jewelry from her!
I gave a talk today on LGBTI rights in Africa at the local high school in addition to teaching my own two classes. This required relatively conservative dressing that was still funky.