Seven days later and the words are finally starting to flow. Geez, me and deadlines, its an evil match. Me and my brain are sooo not friends right now, but don't tell it I said that, I woudn't want it to take these so needed thoughts on analyzing the work of Jennie Livingston and Marlon Riggs away from me. Not at this vital hour! Not when the end of this God awful semester is so near.
Next up: The gendered toys of Macdonald's Happy Meals, some words on street kids in India and little black boys in inner city public schools, and the ways in which black erotica works against the silencing of black female sexuality... oh, and 2.5 weeks to be fruitful. Let the games begin!
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