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Ari Wow. 21. Queer. Mixed. Prefer to be referred to as: "Ari."
N. Virginia born, NoVA&Cali raised.
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azaadiart: juliosalgado83: I was lucky go catch Terisa Siagatonu throw it down with this beautiful poem on Saturday at Jean Melesaine’s Navigating Queer Waves show at Galería de la Raza I love how these badass poets of color are queerifying the world one poem at a time! NOTE: This is only part of the poem.  When “I” came out  I was the first one out of all of us to do it It wasn’t on my terms It wasn’t from a closet, no.  Our people don’t come from closets They come from land and water And I told you I am constantly learning the difference  between loving the ocean  And becoming one And I think I’m an ocean y’all And I didn’t come out I fell out  I spilled and wet myself, and  everything around me I don’t have bones like that,  so nothing broke I didn’t break anything, I thought At not on purpose But I made a loud crashing sound against my own chest  I know that much is true

azaadiart:

juliosalgado83:

I was lucky go catch Terisa Siagatonu throw it down with this beautiful poem on Saturday at Jean Melesaine’s Navigating Queer Waves show at Galería de la Raza I love how these badass poets of color are queerifying the world one poem at a time!

NOTE: This is only part of the poem. 

When “I” came out 

I was the first one out of all of us to do it

It wasn’t on my terms

It wasn’t from a closet, no. 

Our people don’t come from closets

They come from land and water

And I told you

I am constantly learning the difference 

between loving the ocean 

And becoming one

And I think I’m an ocean y’all

And I didn’t come out

I fell out 

I spilled and wet myself, and 

everything around me

I don’t have bones like that, 

so nothing broke

I didn’t break anything, I thought

At not on purpose

But I made a loud crashing

sound against my own chest 

I know that much is true

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"but the queer—not yet gay— world was an even more intimidating area of this hall of mirrors. i knew that i was in the hall and present at this company—but the mirrors threw back only brief and distorted fragments of myself"

—

James Baldwin

“Freaks and American Ideal of Manhood”