The sharing of joy, whether physical, emotional, psychic, or intellectual, forms a bridge between the sharers which can be the basis for understanding much of what is not shared between them, and lessens the threat of their difference.
Black women are programmed to define ourselves within this male attention and to compete with each other for it rather than to recognize and move upon our common interests.
Attend me, hold me in your muscular flowering arms, protect me from throwing any part of myself away.
There's always someone asking you to underline one piece of yourself - whether it's Black, woman, mother, dyke, teacher, etc. - because that's the piece that they need to key in to. They want to dismiss everything else.
Poetry is not only dream and vision; it is the skeleton architecture of our lives. It lays the foundations for a future of change, a bridge across our fears of what has never been before.
It's a struggle but that's why we exist, so that another generation of Lesbians of color will not have to invent themselves, or their history, all over again.
When I use my strength in the service of my vision it makes no difference whether or not I am afraid.
I am deliberate and afraid of nothing.
When I dare to be powerful - to use my strength in the service of my vision, then it becomes less and less important whether I am afraid.
I can't really define it in sexual terms alone although our sexuality is so energizing why not enjoy it too?
If I didn't define myself for myself, I would be crunched into other people's fantasies for me and eaten alive.
I have come to believe over and over again that what is most important to me must be spoken, made verbal and shared, even at the risk of having it bruised or misunderstood.
When we speak we are afraid our words will not be heard or welcomed. But when we are silent, we are still afraid. So it is better to speak.
Only by learning to live in harmony with your contradictions can you keep it all afloat.
It is not our differences that divide us. It is our inability to recognize, accept, and celebrate those differences.
The failure of academic feminists to recognize difference as a crucial strength is a failure to reach beyond the first patriarchal lesson. In our world, divide and conquer must become define and empower.
Part of the lesbian consciousness is an absolute recognition of the erotic within our lives and, taking that a step further, dealing with the erotic not only in sexual terms.