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The Revelations of Asher

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

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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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Come in from out there (Asher speaks: A story)

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Come in from out there

We make the road by walking. If I had learned how to tell him what I wanted and listened to my own voice instead of allowing it to be twisted or silenced, I could have gotten to where it’s at a lot sooner. The point of getting there is to be a better woman—a more powerful, peaceful, loving and joyful woman (… all by yourself?). Such qualities depend on understanding your own road. I’d lost that with him. Maybe I’m being naïve, even unfair. Actually, I probably gave the road away. Can’t blame somebody else for that. When I tried to set myself straight—my road, my mind, my heart, my body— he was too accustomed to having me his way, in every way. He wouldn’t relent his footing from where we’d begun. He was the Casanova. I was the fool. He was the cool guy. I was the square. He was the party animal…the fun-loving, future doctor…the hip talking livewire with the slew of fast times and faster women on the side. I was the wannabe Main Chick who thought she held all the cards. I co-signed the contract, unspoken or not. Sure, he was the asshole. But, I wiped the ass. I gave him permission to cheat me out of what I wanted, thinking that I was getting all that there was…all I deserved? Yes, for a long time, all that much-less-than-his-best was all I thought I...

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