Marvin X
Brother McNeil, may he rest in peace, was an NFL quarterback who made it to the Superbowl, but in the Superbowl of Pussy he was an abject failure: he could not quarterback his team of pussies. In the end, pussy triumphed a thousand to one, meeting him on the one yard line and knocking him into eternity. Poor soul, his patriarchal mentality of "I pay the cost to be the boss" didn't mean anything when pussy stood up to confront his proposition of male domination. Clearly, he thought, like men of patriarchal socialization think, that he could have all the pussy he wanted, without a consensus from the pussies. At least the Muslims get a consensus in their polygamous fantasies. I was lucky to escape with my head. One of my pussies said she thought about killing me in my sleep for abusing her. And my father-in-law said he would have killed me a long time ago if his granddaughters didn't love me so much. Pussy is a life and death matter, as we see with McNeil and millions of other men who are meeting their fate these days in the pussy rebellion sweeping the planet.
Some time ago I went to speak at a court-mandated domestic violence session. I had come early to the men's session, so when I arrived a women's group was in session, so I sat in. I was amazed to hear the women speak of what they were doing to men these days: from violence to threats of violence over the phone. Brothers need to study the psychology of pussy. As the great mythologist Joseph Campbell noted, women know they are women after the first cycle. When do men know? All primitive societies had manhood rites that taught about womanhood and manhood, but in modern society this training is absent, so men rely on the ignorance of their friends or some reactionary pimp psychology. So when do men get the lesson they are dealing with a spiritual being, a being who can actually take more pain than they--who can bleed for five days without dying while a man cannot bleed for five minutes! Brothers need to get a healing real quick, quicker than you can say Jackie Robinson!
Brothers, don’t ask for the pussy. Wait until she offers it to you, after all it is her pussy. Please, brothers, get an immediate understanding on this, no matter how much you pay on your pussy bill, it’s still her pussy. Your ignorance on this point has caused many of you to be locked down in prisons and jails, some for the rest of your lives, simply because you thought, in your deranged patriarchal mentality, that you owned your woman, that she was your chattel or personal property, causing you to kill your brother or friend. I had friends no longer on this earth because they got caught up in the pussy game.
I sincerely miss my friends and wish they were here to enjoy the fall of Western civilization with me—and the fall of Eastern civilization, for that matter—all the reactionary myths and rituals of the East must fall into the dustbin of history as well, the domestic violence, female genital circumcision, child marriage, honor killings, the whole range of reactionary, archaic, ignorant male mythology pervading the religions and culture of Africa and Asia.
And obviously, women need a healing as well. The woman who killed the quarterback thought she owned her man’s penis. Just as your pussy is not his, his dick is not yours, he can and will give it to whomever he likes. Get a healing on this point and you will advance in your spiritual maturation.
These days, you can’t get on your cell phone and call baby boy to tell him you’re gonna “key” his car because your girlfriend saw him riding down the street with baby mama.
Nobody owns nobody, no matter what the marriage papers say, no matter what shacking laws say. We are free spirits and only when we recognize this will some relationships become lasting, after all, what does flesh have to do with it? Flesh has nothing to do with love and I can use myself as an example—read my essay The Maid, the Ho, the Cook, in my book In the Crazy House Called America. I describe my love for a prostitute who sold her love up and down San Pablo Avenue , one of the longest streets in the Bay Area.
But when she showed up at my door I was happy as a puppy dog, so don’t tell me about flesh. It wasn’t a physical matter, but a matter of the heart. I didn’t give a damn how many men she had slept with since the last time we were together, just come on in the house and give me my moment in the sun.
And what is life except a moment in time? That’s all we have with each other, a moment or two, so enjoy the one you’re with for the moment it is and have no regrets. Get rid of all that sexual greed and guilt from religious socialization that have you inside the box of sexual madness and depravity.
Ask any prostitute or sex worker, her pussy will be just as good tomorrow as it was yesterday. Come out of all that holy Joe bullshit that he violated my trust or she violated our vows. Grow up, what do vows have to do with the reality of life? Human beings are subject to do anything in the course of a day. A large percentage of black women admitted to having sex on the job with the boss in Jet Magazine some years ago. Now you know Jet is the Negro Bible, if it’s in Jet, it’s got to be true!
So love the one ya wit, give them all you can for the moment you are with them and have no regrets, since nothing lasts forever, know this and grow in your spiritual maturation. Let our boys become men with this knowledge and our girls become women. Don’t be a fifty or sixty year old man or woman still tripping about pussy and dick! Oh, he/she was unfaithful! He/she lied to me. He promised to be true.
How can you worry about her pussy when you can’t safeguard your dick? You want to stick your dick in every hole yet worry about what dick is going in her pussy. Get a life! What does it matter what dick is going in her pussy when you don’t even know who she is as a spiritual being and she doesn’t know you accept as a hard dick? Again Phavia, “If you think I’m just a physical thing, wait til you see the spiritual power I bring!”
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Join Marvin X tonight in West Oakland (land of his childhood) for a performance of his first play Flowers for the Trashman (1965, Drama department, San Francisco State University) at the Sister Thea Bowman Theatre, 920 Peralta @ 10th and Peralta Streets, 8pm. Directed by Ayodele Nzingha. The second play is Opal Palmer Adisa's Bathroom Grafitti Queen, also produced and directed by Ayodele Nzingha and her Lower Bottom Playaz. Save August 1st for the Marvin X booksigning and conversation with James W. Sweeney at the Joyce Gordon Gallery, 406 14th Street @ Franklin, downtown Oakland, sponsored by the Oakland Post and the Black Dialogue Brothers. Marvin X will discuss and sign his latest book Eldridge Cleaver: My friend the devil, a memoir, introduction by Amiri Baraka. Call 510-355-6339 for more information.
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From: Ayodele Nzinga
To: ayo dele nzingha
Sent: Thursday, July 9, 2009 3:11:44 PM
Subject: The Lower Bottom Playaz @ The Sister Thea Bowman Memorial Theater
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Special Events
July 10th ---------Season Opening- Dinner, Red Wine and a Show for $10.00 (first 25 full price admissions).
July 11th ----------- Block Party performance WOEIP--14th & Willow 12-6:00pm -- Free performance coupons! Half off coupons.
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July 12th------------3 for $20.00. Buy 2 full price admissions and the 3rd is free.
July 18th-------------Dinner, Red Wine and a Show for $10.00 (first 25 full price admissions reservations.)
(reservation must be paid by July 16th at 2pm)
July 26th------------ SF Theater Festival -- ( Flowers, Trashman, Mama at Twilight)
(WordSlanger also appears in Recovery Theater's piece: Cigarette Jet)
Coming Attraction:
Mama at Twilight: Death by Love by A. Nzinga
Open August 14 closes August 23rd.
Run dates, August, 14,15,16,21,22,23.
Admission: $10/15/20 in advance & door Tickets on sale August 1.
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...bringing consciousness back.
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