How To Grow Conscious Titties In Your Twitter Valley

For awhile now, there has been an on-going understanding between Asylum and several other content providers that frequent Asylum regarding the term “conscious.” In most circles, the word can hold its own weight, simply meaning,”awareness; or a being in a state of awareness.” And yet, in the Black community, the phrase suggests a heightened sense of moral being, duty to purpose, and social responsibility. All these being fine and needed social ingredients, the simple fact is that the word just doesn’t mean all that! So, soon, through a series of digital misadventures, the term began to sprout those wings we writers with a penchant for the sarcastic love drawing around words that have decided to take on a life of their own, the quotation marks. This lead to a favorite hashtag of mine on twitter, namely, #ShitICantSayBecauseImSupposedToBeConscious.

Now, mind you, all of this is slightly tongue in cheek. We’ve(those in the particular, or who have dealt with the particular subculture) grown to recognize a stereotypical, caricature-esque portrayal of the black rabble rouser in the media, as I mentioned in the Green DJHTY, and I don’t want to further that agenda. I do realize that there are extremely serious souls that simply can’t take a joke, but are actually doing noble deeds in a community still waiting for Jesus or a damn good Obama impersonator. However, what occurs is I enter a public sphere with a bit of information and I’m immediately tossed in a cardboard box without even being bubble wrapped, and labeled. Anyone that knows me, knows I dislike the lack of comfort the inside of these boxes provide. I am no Henry Brown.

Never being one belonging to the class of reader known for spewing tidbits of arcane Afrikan information(or is that Afro-information?) at high decibels and low frequencies, I detest the idea that I should be forced to. I detest the idea that I should wash my left testicles with my right hand, or do any practice simply because it was done by someone encountered before me with a similar knowledge base. It is demeaning of my individuality, and furthermore, my reading of a chapter of some political dissertation doesn’t, nor should it, place me in the category of activist, savior, or Obama impersonator(has that gotten old yet?). In my own way of grasping concepts, and making sense of certain social behavior, I write jokes. Often a bit crass, intentionally so, the device is as one scratching a record in order to take it off track. It is a means to provide everyone in reading distance a different perspective without the notorious ill-will that typically creeps in between people when they attempt to debate topics that carry high degrees of emotional fervor. It is difficult for most to argue with me about “conscious” titties(a joke originally addressing particular sisters on Twitter that seemed to be using provocative shots of their cleavage to build their follower count while updating their specific brand of wisdom teachings), and why would one want to? The “conscious” titties are there to help us make peace. Praise them.
Seriously, we all reach a point in our development where critical assessment can be difficult due to ideological ties. This occurs when what we once believed may have developed a few logical cracks, and yet we have obligations or beneficial associations with those that still believe a certain way. At Asylum, we wish to help people grow through an open understanding that people simply grow. Not just physically, but with regard to even our most cherished beliefs. It is just easier to take a humorous note with cognitive dissonance, especially when a change of ideological guard might reflect being ostracized, blacklisted, hell, in some cases, even killed. I understand how deeply we can entrench our emotions and investments in even the most objective and scientific pursuits, and turn around and realize a different perspective should have been giving.
Understanding that, I also understand the need for some to remain loyal to either class defined expressions of ideas, or just unable to express them for their Self. Which is were we at Asylum come in. Whether or not one can justifiably assess my degree of judgment as “wise,” we certainly offer a wide array of perspectives on a number of topics. And furthermore, if I am a “truthspitter,” “teacher,” or whatever, I should be able to do it without the constraints of a box, moral or just those that frame “conscious” titties(I really just love how that phrase rolls off my fingertips).