
A call to writers/ bloggers/ photographers/ nerds/ artists/ dancers/ dorks/ fashionistas/ all time geekery/ all around freakery.... We here at AFROPUNK are looking for contributors! If you have some ideas about writing an article, having your own video blog, performing a virtual lap dance, make a suggestion, etc., on Afropunk.com please send us your info at afropunkcommunity@gmail.com.
In your email; Tell us a little about yourself and send us a sample, be it what you're pitching or something you've already been working on. (Youtube links welcome, writing samples should be under two pages for the sake of our collectively failing eyesight.)
NOTE* We are looking for pitches. Please clearly flesh out your idea for Afropunk.com, specifying in your description if you're looking to do a regular column, a one off, or just be on file for assignments we can throw your way at any given time.
We look forward to hearing from you!
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Comment by AFROPUNK on April 7, 2011 at 10:05am Hello my fellow black rock n' rollers! Have you banged your head today? I bet you did. Spookycreep is tickled black and blue(_ and a little shade of green ) to be here. An Afro American Underground devoted to the punk and goth rock subcultures? THAT IS SO COOOOL. And just think, all I had to do to join you was to get out of bed this morning. If you've seen my profile you'll see that I paid a high price for my right...to be myself really.
For those who don't know, agoraphobia is the fear of crowds, public places or people in a general sense. One could live a normal life with, say a fear of spiders. Not so when it's a fear of human beings. Let me give you an example of agoraphobia in action:
I couldn't eat in public. My mind was just too convinced that I was being watched. I couldn't eat at my own table with my own family if we had new guest over for dinner. The high school caferteria at lunch time? Forget the fuck out of that. I learned to find some where on school grounds where I could be ALONE and SAFE to eat my lunch.
Crowds scared me. I hated having to make my way through the flood of my fellow students at the end of each class period. Some days it bothered me so much that I'd cut my last class and go home. This also saved me from the ordeal of navigating through the mob that would be unleashed when school let out. And, as I've said on my profile page, this crazy, twisted, way- off- the- beaten- path of normal lasted for 15 long, tormenting years.
What caused it? Bumping heads with a beast I've since learned to identify as collectivism. Black collectivism, the belief that the individual should be suborinated to the group.
My family,fresh from overseas and the relative normalcy of military life, returned to the states in 1969. Eventually we ended up in the big bad city of Baltimore. This was the beginning of the end for me. My black peers thought I hated my race because I wasn't like them. I listened to "whi
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