Sometimes I just sit around and my eyes just kinda get watery, cos I be like, “I ain’t amount to nothing.” I ain’t got nothing. I can’t even go out there and get a job making $7 an hour. I’ll be sitting there telling myself, “you ain’t going to get no better.”
Something satisfyingly simple about an inflated sphere, its relationship with your body—that caress of the palm, that kiss of the foot. Even a racquet quivers. "The erotic," Audre Lorde…