FEATURE ARTICLE: "THE PLEASURE OF HOME"
ISSUE 1 — THE PLEASURE OF HOME By Ziakeya Sherelle, The Pleasure Digest There’s a certain type of peace that comes from closing your own front door. That click… that silence… that moment where the weight of the world stays outside and you finally get to exhale. I didn’t always know how deeply housing and pleasure were connected. I thought pleasure was something you created through candles and body oils and soft sheets. And yes, those things help. But pleasure, the kind that lives in your nervous system, requires something much more basic: safety. When Black people talk about survival, it’s not poetry — it’s muscle memory. It’s growing up in neighborhoods where police sirens are the background music...we call that hood ambiance... and landlords hold power over your peace due to their greed or don't GAF about the property they manage...ever had a slum lord??? It’s knowing the rent might rise out of nowhere, or family might need to squeeze in again, or the building you’ve called home...
