To exist otherwise is not a metaphor.
This platform is an offering.
An archive of refusals, fragments, and reinventions.
A space to trace the collective inventions of Black and queer life that refuse the terms of antiblackness—not with appeals for recognition, but with rituals, noise, silence, and breath.
This is not a documentation of isolated pain.
It is a map of the ways we gather what has been scattered.
It is an echo of chants painted on walls, names spoken aloud in protest, songs improvised in moments of unbearable loss—and the knowledge carried in those acts.
Here, research is not neutral.
It is embodied.
It listens.
It tends.
It rearranges legal files into poetry, transforms archives into portals, and follows the footsteps of those who chose viability over visibility.
I work from the ruins, but not for the ruins.
I am committed to life-making practices that emerge from refusal, that embrace uncertainty, and that make room for mourning, for laughter, and for the mundane work of survival.
This is not a place for redemption.
This is a place for memory, for dreaming—
and for helping build a world where Black life is not the exception to the human (neither redemption or salvation), but its redefinition (reimagination)
A world not after this one, but against it—and already in motion.
Welcome. Stay as long as you need.