Cheryl Lynn isn't quite sure who she is, but she's pretty sure of what she wants to be. A warrior woman. A bad-ass mamajama. Perhaps an earth goddess extraordinaire. She spends her days abusing keyboards and screaming at computer screens while she waits for her cult following to finally show up.

She changes her mind more often than extras in rap videos change thongs.

Remember: save to your own server, sweets!

Reading SELF Magazine.

Writing To-Do lists.

Hearing Thunder.

Watching General Hospital.

Building Nothing.

Eating Vitamins.

Drinking Iced Tea.

Buying Comic books.

Thinking "It is HOT!"

Playing Episodes from Liberty City.

Adoring Cold water.

Saying Very little.

Abhorring Bigotry.

Feeling Calm.

Hoping To get in gear.

Well, this is depressing.

Then: Because while I am thoroughly impressed by the burgeoning feminist movement in the comics industry and I hope that feminist fans and creators achieve all of their wonderful goals, I don't feel like I am a part of it. I don't feel like my goals are the same as theirs.

Now: I was right.

I can't roll with the feminist fan movement (or the feminist movement in general). Because when issues pop up pertaining to black women specifically, the response is to either ignore it completely or dismiss it as a superficial non-issue. So there's no point in even opening up a dialogue in the first place. Why bother if the response is going to be indifference or derision?

Cheryl Lynn @ 08:42 AM EST Link