the candle has burned down a bit....
three syntheses are out there
in the hands of my committee
professors...
i feel as if i'm being rhetorically
dissected
with devastatingly precise
movement.
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- commodifiedqueer
- 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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