Stories of Warmth & Heat Submission Form

“STORIES OF WARMTH & HEAT” SUBMISSION FORM

To the vastness of seemingly small, yet radically infinite spaces Black womxn create. In the words of the Lorde: “Caring for myself is not self-indulgence, it is self-preservation, and that is an act of political warfare.” <3 Audre Lorde. Thank you for resisting, persisting, creating, and sharing these moments.

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A Story of Warmth & Heat Submission

A few stories to get the memories flowing:

“Sitting in front of the mirror, usually on the floor, I’d put on India.Arie or Tamia and just be in the zone with myself for 4 hours, combing, drying, singing, and pressing. When I wasn’t pressing my hair as much or braiding/ twisting it (wearing it natural), I realized how special that time was with myself. I make sure to spend time that time caring for myself in other ways now. <3”

"This wasn’t exactly from a hot comb but it was when I used a relaxer in high school. I don’t think it was left in for too long but it started to burn. When I washed it out and pressed it, my head was so sensitive! Oooh I remember it hurt so bad when I’d accidentally brush it. The chemicals had burned my scalp. Had to go to school with scabs all over my hairline. I grew up in mostly white neighborhood so I told people at school I had gotten into a snowboarding accident cause I knew that was something they would relate to vs scabbing my head with a relaxer. Haha”

“Was always so warm in the room from the hair blow dryer and hot comb when we’d sit down to do my hair. And just the scent of heat. Can remember the sweat forming in the creases of my knees from sitting so long. Oh and when we’d get a section done and finally get up to stretch, oh lord felt so good haha. My mom would share stories and life lessons from shows we’d watch together or we’d sing along to her favorite music. I’d tell her about whatever was on my mind and ask her questions. Despite the burns, grateful for these memories.”