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Concluding TFW's Forum on World AIDS Day 2012

December 2, 2012
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Concluding TFW's Forum on World AIDS Day 2012

Today marks the conclusion of our Forum on World AIDS Day, but we are committed to making space for critical conversations on HIV/AIDS throughout the year. Indeed, we must remember, as writer and visual artist Ted Kerr reminds us: ”Every day is World AIDS Day, once a year the media remembers.” As we bring this...
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HIV and Bumming Cigarettes: A Conversation With tiona.m.

December 1, 2012
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HIV and Bumming Cigarettes: A Conversation With tiona.m.

I first met award-winning Black lesbian filmmaker tiona.m. (Tiona McClodden) in Atlanta in spring 2005 when she was working as a freelance videographer at Spelman College. I was in the near final post-production stages of my film NO! The Rape Documentary when I was an Artist-in-Residence at Spelman College’s Women’s Resource and Research Center’s...
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  • “Paws” by Tracy Burkholder tracy

    Paws   In sixth grade, I started to envy certain girls’ hands. Not always manicured, but always neat. Fingers thin and smooth. These hands gently freed sheets of paper from their metal spirals and lifted loops of hair to more beautiful perches. Lunch trays floated inside their gentle grip while [...]

  • 3 Poems by Holly Mitchell holly

    Slipping Under   Like a ghost, I prepare a bath behind a door   that hasn’t locked long as I remember.   When my mother or grandmother knocks at the open door,   I obscure what they call my “new breasts” under the soap water   and focus on the [...]

  • Excerpts from Damnation by Janice Lee janice

    CONFESSION Sometimes one willingly enters a dark and empty space, the creaking of the loose boards below, the phantom moonlight above. · I had a dream that I was carrying a wounded deer in my arms. He lay there limp, depending on me completely and solely for the permission to [...]