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The Revelations of Asher

Toward Supreme Love in Self – (This Is an Endarkened, Feminist, New Literacies Event)


Jeanine M. Staples

The Revelations of Asher: Toward Supreme Love in Self is an endarkened, feminist, new literacies event. It critically and creatively explores Black women’s terror in love. With poetry, prose, and analytic memos, Jeanine Staples shows how a group of Black women’s talk and writings about relationships revealed epistemological and ontological revelations, after 9/11. These revelations are presented in the context of a third wave new literacies framework. They are voiced and storied dynamically by the women’s seven fragmented selves. Through the selves, we learn the five ways the women lived as lovers: Main Chick, Side Chick, Bonnie, Bitch, and Victim. As an alternative-response to these identities in love, the author presents a new way. She introduces the Supreme Lover Identity and illuminates its integral connection to social and emotional justice for and through Black women’s wisdom.
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Ok. So, I guess I should introduce myself (Asher speaks: An introduction)


Ok. So, I guess I should introduce myself.

Here are my logistics:

My name is Asher Levi. That’s I’m a 28-year-old professional Black woman. So, I’ll start with a quick review of the most important, current, personal, and relational facts. I come from a close, but “broken” family. My parents divorced when I was 13. I have two younger brothers that I don’t know very well (from my father’s second marriage). I was raised with my two older sisters (from both my parents). Their names are Laish [Lāï’ ish] and JOYOUS. JOYOUS, our eldest sister, is a personnel architect in the largest HR firm on the East Coast and married to her high school sweetheart. She’s kind and quiet and super smart. Laish is single, like me. She’s an engineer. She travels all over the world hooking up and tearing down complex computer systems. “Responsible, empathetic, jet setter” are her middle names. They are, as a result of circumstance and sheer loveliness, my oldest and dearest friends. I also have a handful of non-biological friends who easily adorn the title “sister.” Most of us have grown up together and shared tears, laughter, advice, dissentions, and forgiveness. They’re all the bomb, at the top of their fields, and rising. To boot, they are all indisputable fly girls with metal hearts (i.e. solid gold).

I’m an educator by inclination and a corporate trainer by vocation. Recently, I completed a fast-track to a doctorate in business...

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