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Sunday, March 20, 2011

being present

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"You can never predict what will happen when the body moves from dimension to dimension--sometimes it merges sometimes it shatters sometimes it dons overdetermined eye make-up and mimics Liza Minnelli." Dodie Bellamy, _The Letters of Mina Harker_, 139

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i am a professor, i teach rhetoric and writing, exploring queer spaces, cultural studies, feminism, race, ethnicity, animal rights, afro cuban art, diasopora, african amercian women writers, middle passage, slave narrative but to be quite honest i am always in a constant space of grief, oh and i should be trying to publish something, whatevs
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