Last night was such a necessary healing.
After spending three weeks couped up in the house writing, I went to the first black sex matters poetry slam of this year.
I got a lot of compliments on my outfit
I got to meet one of my movement idols for the first time in real life and she confided in me about her difficulties with polyamory and heartbreak, which was super tender and I felt honored af.
I saw people I hadn’t seen in such a long time
The vibe was everything
Someone who I met two years ago told me they read my interview on autostraddle about anti-oppressive polyamory and how much it helped them put words to their experience.
I reconnected with one of my old mentors from when I came out like ten years ago and became a part of the chicago black queer women’s art scene as a teenager.
I got to see the Stony Island Arts Bank, which is truly a sight to behold.
I watched black folk twerk and cha cha slide around a dope light installation.
The night was beautiful and everything I needed
black joy is the medicine