Afropunk was pretty amazing. I was there to sell zines, but I didn’t sell much :[ But I brought #8 Trust the Knife and #11 My Anxiety is My Lover, so…. I get it. People were there to have fun, not get all melancholy.
I saw H09909 and they were pretty bad ass and dude jumped on the photographer.
I saw Creature from Rebelmatic a bunch of times and gave him my zines. He remembered me from Rockers BBQ Weekend. He was so nice! and chatty as hell :)
I won some underwear from Elixher magazine, so I wore them as shorts the next day. The two booth workers were SO delighted when they saw me “frolicking” in the undies.
I saw this person busting his ass hustling, working way harder than anyone else I’d seen. And I noticed he was handing out this flyer. So I apologized and asked if I could talk to him for a second, and asked why he was busting his ass so hard- in a more polite, diplomatic way.
He said he’d been in Ferguson, and seen what was happening, seen grandmas and kids get shot with rubber bullets, and told me a bunch of other stuff that you can read about if you find reputable news outlets with integrity, because as he pointed out the much of mass media is not telling the truth about what’s happening in Ferguson.
During Body Count, Ice T told us to “BE COURAGEOUS.”
When I was talking to flyer dude he expressed a tiny frustration, and said “Afropunk is like a fashion show, no shade” but that NYCers need to think about this stuff, and help so that they are prepared if it happens in NYC.
Afropunk was amazing becauseI felt FREE and welcome, but there is work to do so that others are free and welcome, to maintain and expand our civil rights. I felt free enough to wear underwear in public that said “QUEER” on my ample ass, and no one was anything but AWESOME to me. There is always work to be done,