Chutney Popcorn

Slumdog Millionaire

I Cant Think Straight Trailer

Circumstance

The World Unseen

Fire

I found some great, short video interviews with M. Jacqui Alexander online.

Here is the first

And here is the second, which focuses on Alexander’s relationship with Audre Lorde.

The trailer for East is East (note the way the young potential wives are portrayed):

The dance scene that Gopinath talks about:

The trailer for Deepa Mehta;s film Fire:

The short film Surviving Sabu that Gopinath discusses (full 15 minutes)

Blessed are the queer in spirit —
for theirs is the home and harbor of God.

Blessed is anyone who mourns
one single friend or a whole family lost,
for there is comfort
in, through, and after the tears.

Blessed are those who are coming out tomorrow,
for they will inherit themselves.

Blessed are those starved for change
and parched for legal victories —
for every cold call, email, rally, parade,
information table, knock on the door,
will be satisfied.

Blessed are the ONA, reconciling,
more-light, room for all … places,
where folks wander in to scuffed pews, worn carpet,
someone’s lost mitten, and sanctuary.

Blessed are the purely gay, lesbian, transgender,
bisexual, queer, questioning, gender free —
the pure in heart,
in the old and the next word, in every language.
God sees them and they will see God.

Blessed are the peacemakers,
long ago and always, they are the children of God.

Blessed are those who lose a job,
or see a smile freeze,
those slapped by veiled denial in a liberal church,
or averting their child’s face
from ugly Westborough Baptist posters.
Rejoice and be glad —
for reviled and rejected has a gospel pedigree.
It’s called resurrection.

You are the pride of the earth.
If pride loses its spine, it slumps for everyone.

You are the rainbow of the world.
People will turn to your bright spectrum
and say – this is holy.

“Introduction: A Genealogy of Queer Ecologies.” from Queer Ecologies: Sex, Nature, Politics, Desire

http://shirletteammons.com/?p=378

I Stop Writing the Poem

to fold the clothes. No matter who lives
or who dies, I’m still a woman.
I’ll always have plenty to do.
I bring the arms of his shirt
together. Nothing can stop
our tenderness. I’ll get back
to the poem. I’ll get back to being
a woman. But for now
there’s a shirt, a giant shirt
in my hands, and somewhere a small girl
standing next to her mother
watching to see how it’s done.

Tess Gallagher

The Revolution Starts at Home: Confronting Intimate Violence Within Partner Communities

Solomon Ted Talk