a Black Q is more than 'queer' could ever express

“I could tell you my adventures—beginning from this morning,” said Alice a little timidly; “but it’s no use going back to yesterday, because I was a different person then.”

“Explain all that,” said the Mock Turtle.

“No, no! The adventures first,” said the Gryphon in an impatient tone: "explanations take such a dreadful time.”

Alice In Wonderland: The Lobster-Quadrille

what happens when a sexually repressed Black nationalist boy grows up, comes out, and drops out of school? well, it has to do with dildos, a lime tree named Jethro, broken hearts, the African Diaspora, lesbian feminists, service labor, the laughter in a fuji apple, Paulo Freire, surrealism, a lot of loneliness, cast iron cookware, and the dream and life work of a revolutionary mass movement in the United States. interested?

welcome to the Black Ineffable Q, blogsite for dispatches from yours truly, the embattled but never embittered culture queer. what's a culture queer? well it's what i became once i stopped trying to be a 'race man': a Black radical whose homoerotic desire was the key to seeing the possible in the actual. but i agree with the Gryphon, all this explaining is taking terribly long and i'm getting restless. you'll just have to follow my adventures to figure out what it all means.

down with Bill Cosbyism!
long live short-grain brown rice!