The Wet Woman

People always ask me: “are you the same as Blanche Devereaux?”, and I always say: “please, just look at the facts”

Stranger in the Village - From all available evidence no black man had ever set foot in this tiny Swiss village before I came…

Notes of a Native Son - On the 29th of July, in 1943, my father died. On the same day, a few hours later, his last child was born…

Letter from a Region in My Mind - I underwent, during the summer that I became fourteen, a prolonged religious crisis…

A Talk to Teachers - Let’s begin by saying that we are living through a very dangerous time…

If Black English Isn’t a Language, Then Tell Me, What Is? - The argument concerning the use, or the status, or the reality, of black English is rooted in American history and has absolutely nothing to do with the question the argument supposes itself to be posing…

Many Thousands Gone - It is only in his music, which Americans are able to admire because protective sentimentality limits their understanding of it, that the Negro in America has been able to tell his story….

In Search of a Majority - I am supposed to speak this evening on the goals of American society as they involve minority rights, but what I am really going to do is to invite you to join me in a series of speculations….

A Letter to My Nephew - I have begun this letter five times and torn it up five times…

Sonny’s Blues - I read about it in the paper, in the subway, on my way to work. I read it, and I couldn’t believe it, and I read it again…

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The Nonbinary Bunny by Maia Kobabe

(with deep respect for Margaret Wise Brown and Clement Hurd)

Once there was a little bunny who realized e was nonbinary. So e said to eir mother, “I am not a boy bunny or a girl bunny.“ 

“I love you, but I don’t understand,” sair eir mother

“Male and female bleed into each other like day and night,” said the little bunny. “There is space between them for sunrise and sunsets.“ 

 "I’ve always thought of male and female like land and water,” said eir mother. “Separate.“ 

“If they were, then I would be a frog, who lives half in and half out of both,” said the little bunny.

 "I’ve always seen female and male as light and shade,“ said eir mother. “Divided.”

 "If they were, then I would be a cat, who lies half in and out of the sun,“ said the little bunny.

“I’ve always believed that male and female were like two trees,” said eir mother. “Distinct.”

 "Then I would be a bird who flies back and forth between both,“ said the little bunny.

“Whether you are a sunrise, or a frog, or a cat, or a bird, I am still your mother. I will support you wherever you go,” said the mother bunny. “I love you.”

 "I love you too,“ said the little bunny. 

Today, the term "Know Thyself" is a taken to mean a "deep and profound passage that makes one really look within themselves to find the truth..."

but in ancient times it was literally a WARNING:

A watching to know thyself in order to accurately interpret what the Oracle had said.

While researching and writing a paper on the Oracle of Delphi for my Greek religion class, I realize that receiving the prophecy was a small part of the visit in order to receive the prophecy given by Apollo through his Oracle but the BIGGEST part of getting a prophecy was: having a BIG debate with your polis in order to decipher what it meant.

Misinterpretation was literally the difference between life and death. So to Know Thyself was to have the mental tools to accurately decipher the Oracle's meaning.