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      When you read the words of Langston Hughes you are reading the words of a Black Gay man. When you read the words of Alice DunbarNelson and Angelina Weld Grimké, poets of the Harlem Renaissance, you are reading the words of Black Lesbians. When you listen to the life-affi rming voices of Bessie Smith and Ma Rainey, you are hearing Black Lesbian women. When you see the plays and read the words of Lorraine Hansberry, you are reading the words of a woman who loved women deeply.

— Audre Lorde

      When I say I am a Black Lesbian, I mean I am a woman whose primary focus of loving, physical as well as emotional, is directed to women. It does not mean I hate men.

— Audre Lorde 

      I have heard it said that Black Lesbians are a threat to the Black family. But when 50 percent of children born to Black women are born out of wedlock, and 30 percent of all Black families are headed by women without husbands, we need to broaden and redefine what we mean by family.

I have heard it said that Black Lesbians will mean the death of the race. Yet Black Lesbians bear children in exactly the same way other women bear children, and a Lesbian household is simply another kind of family.”

— Audre Lorde 

      ‎”Black women have a history of the use and sharing of power from the Amazon legions of Dahomey through the Ashanti warrior queen Yaa Asantewaa and the freedom fighter Harriet Tubman, to the economically powerful market-women guilds of present West Africa. We have a tradition of closeness and mutual care and support, from the all-woman courts of the Queen Mothers of Benin to the present-day Sisterhood of the Good Death, a community of old women in Brazil who escaped slaves ,provided escape and refuge for other enslaved women, and who now care for each other.

— Audre Lorde (Eye to Eye, 151)

Audre Slept with Men: Keepin it “Real” and The Struggle for “Authenticity” as a Black Lesbian

I question my commitment to my politics as a Lesbian, not when I am asked to love other Lesbian women, but when I am asked to love non-lesbian women. As a lesbian, does my love for women end at what is sexual or what is romantic? How can I walk through the world as a lesbian and be unconcerned with the suffering and issues of non-lesbian women. How can I walk through the world unconcerned with the rising rates of HIV among heterosexual Black women. How could  I have walked through the world unconcerned with the shackling of pregnant Black women in prisons? How can I ignore that Black women are being incarcerated at rates disproportionate to other women? How can I not care for the well-being of non-lesbian Black women who are dependent on the welfare of the state? As a lesbian, my politics, are centered in and committed to the loving of ALL women. As Audre writes, 

“…the true feminist deals out of a lesbian consciousness whether or not she ever sleeps with women.” - Audre Lorde

Too often, are we to define the authenticity of lesbian identity through her sexual choice. We question the commitment of a lesbian-identified woman by asking rather she occasionally sleeps with men or not. Audre Lorde identified as a Lesbian, but she openly admitted to willingly sleeping with men, and enjoying it. Are we to question the lesbian authenticity of Audre Lorde? Audre held a deeper commitment to a lesbian consciousness, a political and emotional commitment to the loving of women. The basis for loving women should not be dependent upon a narrowing existence of sexual exclusivity. A woman’s choice to fully explore the spectrum of her sexuality should not be the basis for exclusion from the lesbian community. To LOVE Black women is to be committed to the growth, happiness, and well-being of ALL Black women (lesbian and non-lesbian). Our relationships with men, also should not serve as the basis from determining one’s commitment to a lesbian-identified self, to identify as a woman-identified-woman, should not negate our ability and capacity to develop relationships with men. We cannot exists as agents for change, progress or liberation if we are to define our identities from a position of opposition.We are not created to live in separation from the “other,” but we are created and existing to reach a holistic self. To become self-actualized, to reach and explores one’s full potential. We must recognize our differences and work creatively to overcome obstacles and enhance our lives with self-defined purpose and meaning. We are not created to live in separation from the “other,” but we are created and existing to reach a holistic self.
Audre Lorde - The Berlin Years

Audre Lorde - The Berlin Years

Audre Lorde, Katharina Oguntoye, and May Ayim

Audre Lorde, Katharina Oguntoye, and May Ayim

Audre Lorde - The Berlin Years

“It is not our differences that divide us. It is our inability to recognize, accept, and celebrate those differences.” - Audre Lorde

Audre Lorde - The Berlin Years

“It is not our differences that divide us. It is our inability to recognize, accept, and celebrate those differences.” - Audre Lorde

Audre Lorde - The Berlin Years

“I want to live the rest of my life, however long or short, with as much sweetness as I can decently manage, loving all the people I love, and doing as much as I can of the work I still have to do. I am going to write fire until it comes out of my ears, my eyes, my noseholes—everywhere. Until it’s every breath I breathe. I’m going to go out like a fucking meteor!”- Audre Lorde

Audre Lorde - The Berlin Years

“I want to live the rest of my life, however long or short, with as much sweetness as I can decently manage, loving all the people I love, and doing as much as I can of the work I still have to do. I am going to write fire until it comes out of my ears, my eyes, my noseholes—everywhere. Until it’s every breath I breathe. I’m going to go out like a fucking meteor!”- Audre Lorde

Black Lesbian Poet, Kate Rushin “The Bridge Poem”

The Bridge Poem

I’ve had enough 
I’m sick of seeing and touching 
Both sides of things 
Sick of being the damn bridge for everybody 
  
Nobody 
Can talk to anybody 
Without me 
Right? 
  
I explain my mother to my father 
my father to my little sister 
My little sister to my brother 
my brother to the white feminists 
The white feminists to the Black church folks 
the Black church folks to the ex-hippies 
the ex-hippies to the Black separatists 
the Black separatists to the artists 
the artists to my friends’ parents… 
  
Then 
I’ve got to explain myself 
To everybody 
  
I do more translating 
Than the Gawdamn U.N. 
  
Forget it 
I’m sick of it. 
  
I’m sick of filling in your gaps 
  
Sick of being your insurance against 
the isolation of your self-imposed limitations 
  
Sick of being the crazy at your holiday dinners 
  
Sick of being the odd one at your Sunday Brunches 
  
Sick of being the sole Black friend to 34 individual white people 
  
Find another connection to the rest of the world 
Find something else to make you legitimate 
Find some other way to be political and hip 
  
I will not be the bridge to your womanhood 
Your manhood 
Your humanness 
  
I’m sick of reminding you not to 
Close off too tight for too long 
  
I’m sick of mediating with your worst self 
On behalf of your better selves 
  
I am sick 
Of having to remind you 
To breathe 
Before you suffocate 
Your own fool self 
  
Forget it 
Stretch or drown 
Evolve or die 
  
The bridge I must be 
Is the bridge to my own power 
I must translate 
My own fears 
Mediate 
My own weaknesses 
  
I must be the bridge to nowhere 
But my true self 
And then 
I will be useful