F. Amanda Tugade

LizMarie is a Chicago based writer, creator, zinester and cannabis advocate. A proud Boricua y Mexicana, she hopes to create a narrative centering around the stories of women of color. By sharing stories of resistance, self love, and unapologetic existence, she works to build a stronger community of chingonxs of color through  creativity and conversation. 

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It is not an apologetic blackness that seeks to be indistinguishable from whiteness. It is a loud blackness, a celebratory one that drinks too much and pounds the table and struts down the street with a thousand times more swagger than any 5-foot-1-inch man deserves. (Can anybody on the planet look better simply walking than Prince?) It is a blackness of a thousand dimensions. In one scene, his character is holding forth about the cosmic nature of love. In another, he’s posted up in a claw-foot tub, bathing himself in water and sunlight, wearing nothing but a bandolero hat and playing with a toy boat. In still another, he is drunk and dry-humping the air, yelling obscenities at a former lover and her new partner. His blackness is unchecked and complex, layers of angry masculinity on a bed of rose petals and women’s perfume. His blackness is a golden fitted backless bodysuit on the taut, coiled frame of a bantamweight boxer.” — Carvell Wallace on Prince in Under the Cherry Moon