What is there to do with the impulse when watching a Kyle Mooney video, to ask,“Would he ever interview a Black woman?” Is it wrong that I resent fat white women for the place they hold in comedy? Not only do they get to be funny, but they get to lay claim to an irate sexuality that’s briefly gesticulated towards. This rash appeal is denied in total with the Black female comedian. It used to be funny to make fun of us for just being us, now that that’s considered racist nothing about us is supposed to be funny at all. What are we supposed to be? If we’re not Aunt Jemimas, or fighting whores, or disciplinarians, or multicultural Rastafarian Muslims, or nurses with baby daddies, or doctors and lawyers, or government workers with side-hustle bakeries, or budtenders? I know some Black female comedians that are drop-dead gorgeous that I know the American Comedy Industry would not welcome because of their beauty and whistling-sexy bodies. Does a Black woman have to be making fun of herself to be funny? When I think of the Black women that Saturday Night Live has featured, they were either masculine in their gender/sexuality or performing a kind of Black female millennial comedy that seems outmoded. Where are our crazy comedians? The natural impulse here is to say ‘our Sarah Shermans’ but the Black woman does not seem to produce humor of this kind. That’s fine, that humor doesn’t interest me. Where are our niche humorists? With them, I am not familiar. I’m no longer interested in seeing Auntie humor or Don’t-Touch-My-Hair humor coupled with self-deprecating punchlines. I don’t want us to make a splash. Are we capable of our own distinct humor? We don’t like when other people laugh at us, we don’t like other people commodifying our memories, we don’t like for our linages to come under inspection. All of which are necessary for comedy. I fantasize delivering quips and bits to an audience. I don’t want to make fun of myself. Do I just want to be a politician? A great orator? Why is it shameful to make people laugh when you are Black? I tell my Mom that a friend of a friend told him that I’m ‘beautiful, smart and funny’ and she took deep offense to the ‘funny’. The Negro is no longer supposed to be humorous and instead should be a bleak business professional. Have not my people a long history in entertainment? What does that promise in our current century? Economic servitude to a small class of the uber-wealthy for a brief shot at maintaining low-end wealthiness? Does it ever end? I want to make a joke about it. I want to shine. I want to walk on stage with my sweat smelling sweet as a comforter, from my chlorophyll, and make people grin from ear to ear. It would not be honest for me to say that I don’t care if these people think that I’m pretty. I want them to think that I’m everything. I want to entertain them. I do not want to sell my body, sell my sex, shame my womb, devitalize my spirit, disrespect my ancestors, bring hellfire in the process. A little warm room and I’m making the crowd tremble with my he-he’s. Down the street, Netta is performing and she’s pretty n not making jokes about herself being stupid. The crowd goes wild.