“Blaxidermy” was originally created to describe the work I was making using cosmetics, and hair products, work about race, skin, and the use of the black body in media and culture. But y’all are making me get so literal with it.— Just…. Cover of National Enquirer? Images of Whitney Houston in her coffin? This is literally Blaxidermy. And fucking crazy.

Someone sold this photo and spilled details about «what she wore!!» «how much her jewelry cost!!» And, as we know, it’s on display at every supermarket and big-box store checkout aisle around the country.

I understand people need to see it to grieve, but, damn.— The headlines make it so awkward.