Juan Davis
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AfroQueer
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Digital Photographer & Mixed Media Artist
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Here I am sitting in front of my dead birth mothers well -- everything, lying on the cold brownstone floor thinking “why me?” I mean I never even knew this woman. She gave me up for adoption when I was just a year old, and now I have her house because I am her only living relative willing to take on ownership of such an expensive home and an inheritance of $20,000.00. They would not tell me the full details of her life and how she died which I thought was odd because 5 years ago I hired a private investigator in my attempts to connect with her and there was no trace of her existence, I just assumed she did not want to be found. A little over a month ago I received a letter from the executor stating she passed away and that I would need to come to California to sort through her assets etc. Luckily for me she had no outstanding debts. I realize I was lost in thought and repeat my mantras allowing me to return to the present moment. Once I am settled back in my body I resume shuffling around the house to distract me from all the questions I have brewing in my mind.
By Juan Davis5 years ago in Families
Things She Imagined
Black women make life better and add so much depth to everything they touch. Whether it be sonically, or with the way their bodies flow in tune with the Earth. When you think about how music shapes culture and how culture shapes music Black women created it all. The music industry is a male dominated space and we can thank patriarchy for that yet, ask yourself to ruminate on any significant period of music throughout history. A Black woman would more than likely be your first thought. The time, care and precision that a Black woman puts into her existence is what sets them apart and makes for much more of a breathtaking body of work. There are so many inspirational Black women in my life that this essay could be an entire book, but when I think about whose music made the most impact on me in my early adulthood, all the praise goes to Solange Knowles.
By Juan Davis5 years ago in Beat
F stands for Fuck it.
Setting the stage in a Planet Fitness in the West end of Atlanta, Georgia. Now take a walk with me into the multiverse that is social and general anxiety. It has been almost a year since the pandemic, and equally so, since I have been inside a sweaty gym. Usually the gyms is social anxiety's playground where everyone can see how “bad my form is”, but when I was there all I could concentrate on was the fact that: there are too many people for my own comfort, I know these people ain’t really cleaning the equipment that well, and why are they allowing folks to not wear a mask?
By Juan Davis5 years ago in Longevity
Biscuits & Lavender Honey. Second Place in The Night Owl Challenge.
Growing up in the rural city of Mount Airy, North Carolina, I never found myself a part of the inner circle that is my family and “country life”. My father, Raymond Smith Jr., whom I share a name with, is a butcher, and so was his father and so forth. I come from a long line of butchers that “settled” on this land in 1709; settled is a short word for my family was captured from West Africa and sold to some random Englishman and plopped onto what was then Tutelo territory. In 1865 when slavery ended my great-great grandfather became a sharecropper eventually inheriting it from the settler colonialist once he died.
By Juan Davis5 years ago in Humans
