Transgendered Gangbangers in Defense of Clitorechtomy

Cultural competence keeps me human. And lucky for me that when I fall off (and i do fall off) there is usually a ready human nearby, ready to put me back on track. I own a healing arts studio and gallery in the Tenderloin district of San Francisco. Google it. Yo, there is no place like it in the world. Its like a field of zombies. Junkies abounding, right beside hipsters and a huge and thriving Thai and Vietnamese community. pho all day everyday! Once I demonstrated very clearly to myself just how ignorant i am. e I saw like eight transgendered individuals walking out of the thai restaurant next to my studio and remarked to my friend, "Wow, they let all of them eat there together?"And of course, my friend looked at me hecka crazy, and said, "uh, yeeeahhh! why wouldn't they?" I was so embarrassed.

Rewind. I'm in Mombasa. Now...in a boat in the Indian ocean. I'm a going to Lamu, an island off the coast, to talk with African muslim women about female circumcision. Young, old alike smile in joy and frown in dismay as to how we could pervert their traditions into something deemed, inhumane. I was stunned. Impressed. Convinced that feminism i experienced in the US was flawed.

So now I am completely engrossed in these kinds of moments...the subversion of oppressor/oppressed relationships. conveniently i am now living in San Francisco, California. a long ways form my hometown of buffalo, new york. but maybe not. day 2 home a childhood friend ran into me and after explaining my life in sf, he said, "oh, i get it, your the classic metro sexual, that's cool." subversion. my Morehouse English professor gave me that assignment early on, went on to write me BAD recommendations to grad school later (still got in ya big hater). discuss the subversive nature of job--the bible character job.

just like any good critical theorist would do, i cited Foucault, Derrida and some bible scholars then called it a wrap. c+. which really felt no closer to a b, just c plus extra c. so what was it. what was job's subversion other than questioning? i mean, who wouldn't. i argue that job made music of his distress. that he made art out of it. a good story. proving my point that art is always subversive and that any good artist is hated just as much as she is loved. tell your story. we will all benefit. this is mine.