the emancipation of ms. lovely-dir. d’bi young anitafrika

“straight up now tell me do you really wanna love me forever”

wow. what a moving piece of theatre. it seems that toronto really does do it best, at least in this department. all of the plays that have truly moved me (prison dancer, pomme, spent, etc.) have happened in this genre, except bloodclaat, and that was only because it was travelling from here. it also seems that this is the only area in which i have seen my votes materialize in the candidates of my choosing-so bigups to everyone for winning the whole summerworks festival, i’m glad i caught the last show (thanks again, l’oquenz).

a kink reunion of sorts, it was really lovely to see ngozi take the spotlight, and d’bi cheering fiercely from the front row. the perfect mix of a singular storyteller (at a time) and cross-generational and cultural experience, this play comes from that hard to get to but worth it place beyond just anger and sadness, but the other side of process.

the set of mirrors was power-full because at any given moment, the character(s) and the audience could see slivers of herself/themselves (for those who still haven’t figured out that not turning off one’s phone during a play is bad manners) which not only represents all of our concurrent selves, but which sides of those selves we choose to share/are open to accept at any given moment.

i had a full circle moment when i got home, when i turned on the life is but a dream set by beyonce and went through a box of mementos. first of all-i will be that man who has been to 22 beyonce shows-but not necessarily for her, but for the artists that keep producing and inspiring and processing. when i first moved here,’s space used to be in liberty village, and on kamau‘s bday there, l’oquenz complimented me on my acid wash denim dress. six years later, the watah school has materialized and is flourishing in the distillery district, i am based two blocks away from the old school, l’oquenz did the sound for this one and invited me to it, and i rocked my acid wash bag to the performance.

it was lovely to once again run into some beauty-full spirits, and i must state that i feel like we’ve been particularly blessed this summer with the talent and its execution in our gorgeous city.

say her name.


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