#Broughtupsy

[lgbtqreads]

Most Anticipated Queer Adult Fiction: January-June 2024

Don’t Want You Like a Best Friend by Emma R. Alban (January 9th) Gwen has a brilliant beyond brilliant idea. It’s 1857, and anxious debutante Beth has just one season to snag a wealthy husband, or she and her mother will be out on the street. But playing the blushing ingenue makes Beth’s skin crawl and she’d rather be anywhere but here. Gwen, on the other hand, is on her fourth season and…

[gravalicious]

This resplendence of cloth and dress must, however, be underpinned by an armature of breeding, good manners and respect, else one becomes a ‘ garawa ofi fo ’ – an empty barrel, all noise and no use. The futility of beauty without meaning is often highlighted, and among the Yoruba, beauty has to be ‘mindful’, must be functional, however minimally. As the proverbs go, ‘ iwa l’ewa ’ (one’s character is one’s beauty), and ‘ iwa rere l’eso eniyan ’ (a good character is the best attire). Another common saying in Yorubaland is ‘ Aso la nri ki, ki a to ki eniyan ’ (it is the cloth we should greet before greeting the wearer). This saying illustrates that in some contexts it is the history and antecedents imbued in the cloth that one accords respect to – not just the person. The cloth/textile in these circumstances therefore evokes a multi-faceted, culturally significant and positively evaluated type of meaning that the beholder instantly experiences in a way that transcends literal sensibilities and comprehension.

Eni Bankole-Race - Aso iyi, aso eye: Resplendence and the Yoruba prestige textile aso-oke (2018)

[judgingbooksbycovers]

Broughtupsy: A Novel

By Christina Cooke.

[rasheednewsonauthor]

Happy New Year!

Here are six books by 🏳️‍🌈 black authors that I am excited to read in 2024:

- Broughtupsy, By Christina Cooke

- Dead in Long Beach, California, by Venita Blackburn

- Ten Bridges I've Burnt, by Brontez Purnell

- These Letters End in Tears, By Musih Tedi Xaviere

- I Finally Bought Some Jordans, By Michael Arceneaux

- Blessings, By Chukwuebuka Ibeh

[mi-cai-ah]

This cat don’t have no broughtupsy

[otherpplnation]

895. Christina Cooke

Christina Cooke is the author of the debut novel Broughtupsy, available from Catapult.

Cooke's writing has previously appeared in The Caribbean Writer, Prairie Schooner, PRISM international, Epiphany: A Literary Journal, and elsewhere. A MacDowell Fellow, Journey Prize winner, and Glenna Luschei Prairie Schooner Award winner, she holds a Master of Arts degree from the University of New Brunswick and a Master of Fine Arts degree from the Iowa Writers' Workshop. Born in Jamaica, Christina is now a Canadian citizen who lives and writes in New York City.

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[heidinakanishi]

❤️❤️❤️ #Broughtupsy https://www.instagram.com/p/CD5kzd_DPDa/?igshid=11k7mub7x87jo

[romanymalco]

When your buddy's wife invites you over for an authentic #Italian lunch, make sure to show up with full hands. #broughtupsy #PurposeOverPaper #ThankYouBetty

[trumpets0ng]

158- “Broughtupsy”

Beginning / Previously / Next

For easier reading. Please see below:

C: Plumbobs! What on earth are you doing here??

X: *caught off guard* Wow… Coco— Hi. *awkward hug*

C: I thought you were going home for the holidays no?

Wait… *confused* are you from here? I don’t know why I thought you grew up in Willow Creek?

X: *amused* I did, I did.

C: Oh! So…

X: My folks called an audible. *chuckling* I’m visiting family. What about you?

C: I’m from a long line of Falls folk. I’m pretty much the first ever in my family to leave.

X: *nodding* Huh… never knew that.

C: Yeah… So, you’re just now getting your tree?

X: Uh, yeah, actually. We don’t—

T: Hello! And who have we here?? You wanna introduce me to your friend?

C: *sigh, then matter of fact* No. Not really.

T: *sucks teeth* Zero broughtupsy! Hi. I’m Coco’s cousin and bestie Octavia, but everyone calls me Tavi. And you are?

X: *mildly amused* Xander, a friend from work. It’s nice to meet you, cousin Tavi.

T: Mm! sweet Watcher… that bass! What brings you to our neck of the woods, “work friend” Xander?

C: Seriously? Seriously?!

T: Seriously, what? It’s called making conversation! You ain’t doin’ it, so somebody’s gotta!

C: *rolling her eyes, mortified* Can’t take you nowhere!

X: *genuinely amused* As I was telling Coco, I’m visiting family for the holidays and—

T: You got family up here? What’s their name? It’s a small town, we probably know ‘em!

X: *scratches back of neck* Not likely. They’re only—

C: *to Tavi* Oh, for the love of llamas; would you just stop? He has a girlfriend!

J: Does he now??

T: Well, hello to you too… *Coco facepalms, Xander blushes*

J:  *entertained* Back at ya. And you are?

X: *jumps in abruptly* This Coco, a friend from work, and her cousin Tavi. Coco, Tavi, this is my cousin Julian.

T: *stage whisper* I’m starting to see why you don’t come home more often.

J: Coco, is it? Please… Tell me more about this girlfriend. Our little Xan is just full of surprises!

X: *annoyed* You wanted something?

J: *laughing* Just that we’re almost ready, but it can wait—

T: Maybe, we can all discuss it tonight? Say, Jackalope Jane’s at 8? Know it? We were gonna do Hutton clan meet up, and we’re all about making new friends...

J: We’d love to, so long as I can bring my wife? *wink*

T: Oh pooh! I suppose. *playfully pouting*

C: Watcher… There’s two of them now…

[inmemoryofvanity]

I recently spoke to my mom about thinking about my ex- after a year I finally admitted that I was single. My mom said she knew from the time she saw my ex at a street parade last year spring. Something about seeing him with a girl or talking about a girl. She didn’t want to elaborate but she said she sensed he was a gyalist but didn’t want to say anything to me... because she knew I’d cuss her and be upset that ppl were getting into my business. And she’s probably right, she was sooo right. That mommy power is real. And I’ll consult her more often.

It hurts my heart that he didn’t have respect for my family to act like he had some sort of broughtupsy.. but not suprising.

The time line reflects his disrespectful behaviour- AUG 2019 as my family was going through a hard time visiting my step dad in the hospital. He was lying and fucking another bitch in the same bed we layed in. Gave no fucks and still showed up, smiled and offered his condolences.

That confirmed a lot for me, and has helped me move on. I haven’t told my mom in so long because I’ve been ashamed and in some ways protecting my ex’s reputation in case we had a second chance. But why, he wasn’t a good partner to me. He may be to someone else but not to me. I’m ready to move on...

[lgbtqreads]

Happy Caribbean American Heritage Month

Happy Caribbean American Heritage Month! We’re celebrating as we do, with queer Caribbean fiction! Middle Grade Hurricane Child by Kacen Callender Being born during a hurricane is considered unlucky where twelve-year-old Caroline Murphy lives, and she has had her share of bad luck lately. She’s hated and bullied by everyone in her small school on St. Thomas of the US Virgin Islands. A spirit only…

[lorryporry3-blog]

#smile for a #selfie. He has no #broughtupsy #silly #love #bro

[shanellegabriel]

Funny, this is almost a continuation from the last post. 

I spent 8 years as a full time poet, singer, and teaching artist then transitioned into educator and administrative roles at middle and high schools in NYC. I have always paid attention to the way language is used and how it changes for countless reasons in different spaces. As a Black, first generation Caribbean American from Flatbush, Brooklyn, I’ve been one of less than a handful of educators who actually hailed from the communities and identified with culture of the students we served in every setting I’ve worked in. I understand what being "multilingual" in the way that Jamila speaks on in this poem. 

Code Switching, as it’s commonly called, was a skill I learned in my home which benefitted me in the Title I high school I’d later attend. I have had all three of my languages be criticized in different spaces: “Speak proper” by teachers vs “Talk like ya have some ‘broughtupsy’” by my stepmother vs. “Yo, why you talk white?” by my friends. I became savvy at switching depending on the scene. I know being able to do so aided me in my placement on the high track even with my mediocre grades while many of my friends who only access to the tongue of their neighborhood were stereotyped and prohibited from the classes I was forced to take. “You are so smart and eloquent,” my advisor stated when I asked to not have to take AP History. It was and still represents an area that gives me privilege to this day. 

It has also benefited me as an educator. As an adjunct teacher in a life skills & job readiness program for justice-involved youth, I know how negating one’s culture can be seen as the key path to professionalism. As a classroom teacher and school admin, I know how it affects what opportunities are offered to students; language determines how “polished” you are and what internships and jobs you are ready for. For this reason, I have always challenged my students to consider effective communication and banned code switching since in no way should you ever have to switch yourself off. I tell them that words and sayings from the AAV cannon has often made it to Webster’s dictionary and hip-hop is text that can be critically analyzed and broken down the same way standardized tests ask them to decode Emily Dickinson. I allow them space to speak in their various tongues while learning new ones as well. Jamila, who previously worked at my current place of employment, shared this poem over a decade ago, and it still speaks to this idea of multilingual education.

[fourth-times-thecharm]

I like children bothering Jhin and Jhin thinking he can correct their mannerisms... he likes good broughtupsy (a Caribbean word for good manners)

[lilacsnrailroadtracks]

round 2

been there, done that had the same expectations. it took about 2.5 weeks to feel normal, maybe i was being too cautious, but i was scared to do push ups, pull ups...yes i’m still a jock, so what? 

i had a different doctor this time, which is great because i would’ve asked the first one how his vacay went. someone told me i had not broughtupsy for that, but i think it’s a very fair question. agreed? 

thankfully it was only an ultra biopsy and not a mammo because...no.

i probably shoulda iced this one. but i forgot to make ice cubes - again. it’s still kinda tender right now and it definitely bruised this time ‘round. i can do push ups though. :) 

k so now i gotta wait, again. this is my second biopsy in less than a month’s time and about a month since i found the lump, by fluke. i was brushing away a stray hair.

[beyonceisstraight]

Ppl think im joking when i say barbadians have no chill. no broughtupsy. But someone literally went on the launch of snapchat in barbados and said that "yuh mudda" is how we say good night. Ive heard a story about someone telling tourists the word rasshole is slang for man or boy Bajans had white people cussing locals at random thinking they were speaking the dialect