The poem is built around a catalogue. And ends with an endorsement of self-naming. Which produces a retroactive double entendre cascade.
Britteney Black Rose Kapri’s appliance-laden poem “Pansexual” in Black Queer Hoe
yes, i do like pans and pots and slow cookers and woks and crock-pots and rice makers and panini presses and waffle irons and blenders when i am feeling dangerous. […] and cast-iron skillets god damn do i love me a good cast-iron skillet. and microwaves and griddles and plates. and whatever the fuck my partner wants to call themselves.
If I were designing a curriculum I would love to pair this poem with Cory Doctorow’s story from Radicalized — “Unauthorized Bread” – where self-determination is also about the freedom to cook. In the novella, a refugee, Salima, confronts the software controlling installed in her kitchen appliances…
A well-equipped kitchen and a free mind.
And so for day 2574
30.12.2013