Black Nerd


TOMORROWLAND MOVIE REVIEW (NO SPOILERS) Should you see this movie now, tomorrow, or never? (via


Thanks to Raymond Madamba Photography, I was able to get some photos from Dragoncon! I’m only putting 2 up so far for the fact that my awesome Shooping King Justin is currently working on all(including these 2) in his creative project~ Hope you enjoy them! 

Shouts out to my inbetweeners

You’re a black girl. You like indie music, you dress differently than your peers but you aren’t quite “Afro punk” enough.

You watch anime, read graphic novels but you aren’t quite “nerdy” enough.

You read Nylon mag, paper mag, etc and like what you see, but hate that you never see a brown face.

Your taste is eclectic, your style is eclectic, and you can’t be put in a category. 

If you’ve ever wondered where you belong or what you are, I have the answer.

You’re a LIONESS.


ARCHIE vs. PREDATOR #1-2 It’s my First Comic Book Review! (via


“ Fitness centers are projected to see a spike in profits this summer with the triumphant return of the 291-episode series Dragon Ball Z, called Dragon Ball Super. After a nearly 20-year hiatus, the anime will return to television bringing a wave of returning gym-goers who have not lifted weights since the show ended in 1996 and echoes faded in the early 2000s. 

Known for its high-powered fighters, the show is known to motivate high levels of tenacity and passion in athletes of all kind, particularly recognized by clutched fists and mouths screaming to the sky inspiring basketball players who call And-1…”

-Jordan Calhoun speaking prophetically on the return of fan favorite anime series Dragon Ball Z in “Gym Memberships Set To Increase as DBZ Returns”


Ladies and Gentlemen…. These are usually my drunk adventures through Dragoncon(with shooping involved lol)

If you see me in a Doctor Who costume during this convention, you’ll know that I’m being an Extreme Turbonerd, or Amazingly Drunk…… OR BOTH!

It’s sad that I can’t wear the red jacket anymore(Because of Workouts in the gym ;__;)… GOTTA MAKE A NEW ONE~!

Thanks to my Buddy Justin L. for his shooping mastery

Cosplay WIP Part 2! I for one love the absolute shit out of Steven Universe(too much to explain why for now), and a special friend of mine who I hold dear to is doing a Rule 63 Steven, and she wanted to see if I can do a Rule 63(Or Genderbend) Connie! It also is very important to me do this for her, because her birthday is exactly on Saturday of Megacon this year, so it takes priority! Also don’t mind the beard, that’s being used for my Old Joesph Joestar costume, it’ll be shaved for Connie. Also I chose Short Hair for Connie because long hair won’t look good on me lol! Hope you enjoy what you see so far~

The Second Volume of the Eisner-nominated, Glyph Award-winning African-American Sherlock Holmes series by various creators.

Okay, so let me take a timeout from talking about my Kickstarter to talk about something else important that’s going down on Kickstarter right now.

Are you guys familiar with “Watson and Holmes”?  If you’re not you should be.  Watson and Holmes is a modern reimagining of Sherlock Holmes and John Watson as an African American duo living in Harlem.  It won several Glyph awards and was nominated for an Eisner this last year, which is no small feat for a small publisher.

The second volume which is going to be a collection of one shot stories is on Kickstarter right now and not only do you have a chance to fund it, you have a chance to get the first volume as well.

If you’re interested in supporting stories about black characters and/or supporting black creators, this Kickstarter is where you should be.


Age of Fashion!

We Love Fine has revealed their new collections: Age of Fashion!
You can pre-order these amazing clothing on their site!

  1. Captain America Dolman Shrug
  2. Iron Man Tieback Tank
  3. Hawkeye Mesh Back Tunic Tank
  4. Black Widow Tieback Tank
  5. Loki Georgette Back Tank
  6. Thor Georgette Back Tank

Photo by Kyle Cassidy

Alone as a queer, young, black sci-fi nerd: then I discovered Samuel Delany 

   October 30, 2014   By Alex Smith

It was 1997, and I was running my fingers along the dust-strewn shelves, pacing back and forth as I stared at the rows of smarmy pulp-novel covers, searching for one particular kind of science fiction writer. One who could reflect my life and my future back to me. Because I knew there had to be at least one—right?—just one queer, black sci-fi writer out there, among the stacks, among the stars.

Bookstore after bookstore, though, I left confused, bereft and actually kind of hurt. This was pre-Google, remember—before the Tumblr- and Facebook-fueled blossoming of queer-empowered film, art, music and literary movements we take for granted today. Perhaps I could have asked the local librarian, but as a 20-something in the South, I wasn’t even sure how to phrase my query.

Ultimately, the way I discovered the writing of Samuel Delany, grand master of science fiction—that’s not hyperbole; his peers gave him a plaque that says so—was the same way many folks discovered punk rock or avant-garde film: A friend handed me a copy of one of his books, Stars in My Pocket Like Grains of Sand, and casually mentioned the author was bisexual. “Oh, neat,” I thought, as I stood mesmerized by the cover: a swirl of golden suns cascading around a disheveled man who looked as if he was stumbling through a portal in deepest space. Then I saw something that almost made my head explode: the “About the Author” page, where a picture of Delany, rosy cheeks on smooth brown skin, cropped-tight afro and thick glasses, portrayed a subtle, academic coolness—OMG HE’S A BLACK NERD!—that rocked my universe.

It is almost impossible to sum up how this novel has affected me: in my writing, my mode of thinking, and even my dress style. A book about freedom and slavery and possible futures, its tale is born out of the loneliness and othering that so many gay men feel; its themes resonate with clarity on attraction, on star-crossed love and the universal acceptance of one’s true self. And all this told through a richly plotted, poetically rendered sci-fi epic! While many radicals, punks and back-packers of the late ’90s to early ’00s carried around with them such enigmatic bibles as Fanon’s Wretched of the Earth or Hakim Bey’s TAZ or Daniel Quinn’s Ishmael, I had Stars.

Though he’s written much about his years in New York City, Samuel Delany—Chip, to his friends—has been a mainstay on the Philadelphia literary scene for decades. Teaching as a professor of English and creative writing at Temple, insisting on sharing his new works at community venues like Giovanni’s Room and Robin’s Books, Delany’s been at the forefront of visualizing new ways to bring science fiction’s wonderful, speculative ideas to the imaginations of readers across generational lines. Yet while the spritely, white-bearded author’s work has been honored at the global level, here in Philly, he remains in the trenches with us.

What perplexes many of us nerds is that Delany’s groundbreaking role as a brilliant, queer, black sci-fi novelist has been somewhat placed on the cultural back-burner—as if his relevance as an inspiration to countless writers hasn’t been cosmic. I mean, sure, anyone can go on YouTube and find Samuel Delany reading and lecturing and being interviewed; he’s not a secret, and he’s not shy. But in an era when a sort of black, gay avatarship (if you will) within media is becoming more palpable, we would be wise to revisit this man’s writing. I’m asking, world: Can we have pages and pages written about him, cover stories on gay newspapers and magazines, documentaries and stage plays already? It’s the least we can do for one of the greats of American literature—for the powerful, out gay man who, to say nothing of his award-winning essays, novels and short stories, gave us these sentences: “I have a fire in my eyes. I have that whole collapsing sun in my head. The light balled up a rainbow and stuffed each socket full. That’s what I’m seeing now, you highlighted there, a solarized ghost across hell from me.” The man who taught us to dream with him.