Censored Sensors & All That Jazz

Incoherent pulls and exhale meditations on silicone injections en masse

The silicon(e) tech inventions are acting as they are were created to. They get to choose what is and what isn’t censorship and who is and who aint censored. From the instant grammin’ , subscription stacking and round the clock media apps to the payment processors that team up with them—none of these platforms are perpetuating free speech or free markets in the moderative communities that they claim.

They are curated censors, choosing what is body, who is human and who gets to make a living. Colluding together for power. The technocracy¹ , as Holiday pens it, is its own ruling class preying…praying…on our ability to create, need to survive, desire for more and all the ancient urgings of possibility and probability.

Me wearing my “Speak Truth To Power” shirt

Femme continues to be the fatale backs that break under the tired ass word that I refuse to say. Black femme, globally southerned femmes, foreign femmes continue to be the remains that fuel these engines. Them, chewing for the flavor and juice and hawk-tuah’ing when it’s too much a risk² that could become a visible stain on the $300 custom textile white tees worn as underwear during some sort of litigation they’d find a loophole to evade the justice they deserve.

I cannot help but read the room in this current moment. Fuck the injury. Even my own, as I resort to the trickery strategies I’ve spoken about, ensuring that I can still use either of the motherfuckers to stay alive. What a contradiction to exist in. What a time to be alive.

I was built for this moment, for this time-space. I am reminded in the words of Doechii. I am a sensor and what I am measuring is the truth. The silicone (Valley) injections in my life are coming to bite me in the ass.

Last night, I erected the first virtual art salon, of many to come, under the heading BodySensor. (if you’d like to learn more about BodySensor: https://performancetempel.com/product/bodysensor-skincore-art-practice-salon/) . Within those two hours I metabolized, in body, in visual sketch³, many of the things I’d been experiencing. Many of the things I want to sense the truth about: