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Let me begin by saying this: I never know how to begin things. Most of things escape my mouth like middles without beginnings or ends. There’s something about those things that sound definite, and I'm never sure of anything.

My names change like snakeskin. Within the first day of my birth, my name was legally switched three times. So, I never really cared about names or titles or boxes. Bryan, Jamal, Loki... a name is just a reflection of the object, but it essentially doesn't matter. The only purpose it serves is to foster some deluded sense of kinship between the object and he who utters the name. A sense of propriety.

Sailor's mouth... my history starts on the Atlantic Ocean, so it's only logical. Black man. Latino man. Muslim man. Gay man. Egg man, coo coo cachoo. Denim jackets. Black & milds. Liquitex. Soft vine charcoal. Exactos and cutting boards. Typography. The letter B. Sailor Jerry mermaids. 3am. Train rides. Slums. ee cummings & Ntozake Shange & Essex Hemphill. Ampersands. The word 'saudade.'

I'm not here to be politically correct. I give too many side-eyes and throw too much shade for my own good. Not a troublemaker but trouble always finds me.

Stalk me.