A BRIEF JAWN
M Téllez is a heavily cyborg sci-fi writer from the 215 (Lenapehoking). They serve as Minister of Crossroads and founding member of the corner store sci-fi & action collective, METROPOLARITY.
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M is available to institutions for paid speaking engagements and facilitation.
If you are not supported by institutional money, hmu.
A LENGTHY JAWN
M is a hybrid mestizx cyborg who writes and performs speculative fiction about bodies/objectification, intimacy/class, neighborhood/land/community, and the violence in relying on binaries to order the world. They were born and raised by the city of Philadelphia, built by stolen bodies on the stolen lands of the now displaced Lenni Lenape. M is frustrated/pissed with institutional legitimacy/charity, anti-blackness by white forgetting, and fixed treatments of language and identity. They serve as Minister of Crossroads and founding member of METROPOLARITY, a corner store sci-fi & action collective that uses speculative thinking as a shield and wand against standing empire. They consider the common word a handy and inexpensive tool for deconstructing oppressive world-ordering narratives.
This fall M appears in two trans speculative fiction anthologies: Meanwhile, Elsewhere (Topside Press) and Transcendent 2 (Lethe Press). They have worked and performed alongside METROPOLARITY at such institutions as the Philadelphia Free Library, LIVE at Kelly Writer’s House, Vox Populi, New York’s New Museum and Recess Gallery, among many other places of wonder and ill repute. METROPOLARITY‘s debut book, Style of Attack Report (2016), was a Lambda Literary Award finalist in “LGBTQ SF/F/Horror” They are a recipient of the Leeway Foundation’s Transformation Award (2015) and Art & Change Grant (2014). Their zines have been assigned alongside LeGuin and Butler in University of Penn English department classrooms and saints know where else. M thinks that this format of listing institutional accolades is classist, tiresome, and insulting to people everywhere with the wisdom, action, and knowledge that the institutions of capitalist empire will never honor.
All That’s Left
It’s a series about people. A non-linear piecemeal drama. A meditation on the present now from the hologram positions of future past. An obsession with all the dystopian movies, comics, and anime of an 80s child mixed race working class survivor lifetime. ALL THAT’S LEFT is about our relationships in systems; the intimate/sexualized and tender/reliant exchanges we develop out of our borders and prosthetics. ALL THAT’S LEFT muses: sex is a power play(?), presentation demands context(?); dignity is maybe all you can fight for and sometimes devotion can suffice(?). ALL THAT’S LEFT is sad. ALL THAT’S LEFT is wistful. ALL THAT’S LEFT is struggling. ALL THAT’S LEFT is about cyborgs, which are really about paradoxes. Paradoxes aren’t welcome in capitalist/colonialist fictions of reality so we find ourselves confronted by the task: How do we dissect the paradoxes of ourselves when we cannot enter a time before we were? ALL THAT’S LEFT is you and me.
A book version is forthcoming, thanks to support from Philadephia’s Leeway Foundation.
The stories found here employ “he” and “she” pronouns for ease of reference only. Many of the instances of “he” and “she” are non-binary usages. Read closely, pay attention to nuance, and don’t let your ideas of what counts for one gender or another or another get in the way of your understanding of the story or its characters.
The singular “they” is also used here (context will tell you singular from plural), along with other lesser known pronouns for characters that don’t have or want specific genders (for example, hir and sie, xe and hen). Get into it.
Language is a tool and the users define the meanings. Not the legacy of old dead colonizers that wanted to erase your existence.
This place is the continuation of the personal website I’ve kept since 6th grade, first on AOL Homepages, then to GeoCities (RIP 2010). Eventually I made the jump and bought the cyborgmemoirs domain around 2003. Cyborg Memoirs has been the name of my personal website since 1997, beginning as an adolescent’s disorganized broadcast space on the Web, back in a time when the notion of free bandwidth was just dying out and the Internet was still largely the domain of anonymous nerds with access to desktop computers. It maintains. It holds out.