Monday, June 27, 2011

sacred whore:questions



"Shyla Stylez's form of divinity challenges the sensibilities of a pious crowd. Is a woman who sells her physical beauty for fantasy different from one who sells herself for sex ranked on the same tier as a whore? Is she a part of sanctity, but not engaged in sacred actions or, worthy of adoration, respect, or at the least fondness? Many would say no, but are there more forms of divinity unexplored? Men have fixated us all with a definition of divinity as if it is a masculine paradigm. So is the sacred feminine a foreign concept, or is the sacred whore an abomination?" - Dawn Wolf, Keeper of Stories





Simone Fox exemplifies the dark mood of many Black women in America's ghetto communities that no longer are communities, but war zones. The clusterfuck of its lifestyle wears out the luminous form of a girl's innocence, and sense of wonder into the studied veneer of indifference of women like Simone Fox. In the wake of the deaths of the Simone Fox's of Black America goes the hope of many an idealistic mother that her daughter will ascend the trenches of devalued sexuality, diminished esteem, and survival skills to stay alive.





Tyra Moore in her home dressed brought Tony to his senses. He thought of the children he wanted and realized the neighborhood they grew up in would keep everything the same. The old brown carpet, the brown walls, sofa smelled the same as everyone else's house: poor. Tony and Tyra had a nice ring to it, but what would be different if they hooked up, married and got out of Dodge?

Her Mama hips promised a future together, but how do you get out of the shit hole of life in the 'hood?

They talked about it 'til they went nuts, but this night they agreed they would take the money made from hustlin' and up and leave. A Greyhound bus would take them to major cities, but the bus passed small towns, and they had enough to wander for a time and see America.

"We have to just trust." Tony assured Tyra before she slipped off her dress and curled up next to him under the cool sheets. - Dawn Wolf, Keeper of Stories

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