Limelet Honey's | kʷu‿cyʕap
The english language will always fail when talking about Indigenous world views. It is a fools errand to apply it and think it will meaningfully reflect the spherical existence that is Indigeneity. For Indigenous peoples story is multidimensional, alive, it is something to be experienced. So to use the written word to try share what going to Hot Brown Honey was like would be like using a doily to describe the sunrise -reductive and futile.
Moreover, an attempt to judge or critique it from a settler perspective is an act of colonial oppression.
This is really difficult for some settlers to comprehend because so many are so removed from acts of ceremony that they can't relate to knowing what it feels like for someone to insert themselves into their sacred space and have the audacity to critique it.
It would sort of be like me walking into a Church for the first time and saying "great decor and cute priest but jayzus - what's that god thing about? I would've appreciated more rigour in them giving me my come to Jesus moment. The Churchiness was on point and I loved the elaborate use of candles but the second half of the sermon fell flat. Also I think it was strange that I didn’t get to sip the body of christ."
I'm an Indian and barely feel like I have the capacity, experience and right to speak about what the Honey's did. But as an Indigenous women, participant and space holder for sacred space - Indigenous story - I feel a responsibility to contribute to the google searches for this piece.
With great humility and my deepest respect for the Honey's and for every spirit that enters their realm, here goes.
The Honey's experience was a visceral act of embodied politic that unequivocally smashed the colonial patriarchy. With great complexity and nuanced Indigenous storytelling it gives a big fuck you to colonial western frameworks and the metrics associated with them. Their use of repetition was potent, with every middle finger righteously thrown, it felt like colonialism and patriarchy was being pushed into the baddest biggest black hole this dimension has never seen.
The act of them holding space, with their brown bodies and voices, coming full force with such a spectrum and intensity of emotion shook me in the best way possible. It was an awesome spiritual experience held in all the magnitudes of ceremony.
The Indigenous composition was a refreshing and powerful act of resistance and refusal, one vitally necessary in a community continually saturated in colonial dogmatic patriarchy. Their ideologies of how to communicate, receive and perform story is one that will resonate, unfold and teach me for the rest of my life.
Engulfed in their ferocity, generosity, vulnerability and power, Hot Brown Honey rattled me all the way to my earliest ancestral memories. The beats live strong and our kinship now connected, their presencing was the ultimate act of fucking the patriarchy.
Hot Brown Honey is a blazing əcwár for those kʷu‿cqiłəłqłt enough to bear witness.
Sechanalyagh for everything mentioned and a special thank you for everything incapable of being reflected with words. All my relations for your munificence.
I am so grateful for your labour, authority, transcendence and the size of your ovaries.