Copies of purchase copies of Sinister Wisdom 101: Variations, the issue that I was invited to guest edit, are available for purchase. The journal recently celebrated 40 years of publishing. Read…
A friend posted recently to Facebook, thanking a 300+ year old tree in Philadelphia for lending her some of its energy in a difficult time. It’s a tree with many…
Can you hear it? Turtles’ muddy hibernation-slowed claws scraping the sun-drenched rocks? Buds cracking and bursting with color? Sugars rushing beneath the bark of trees? Tiny bugs and little birds…
When I leave colleagues’ offices at my job, for those that have offices, I ask, “open or closed?” They have a choice – a single word that may require a little extra expenditure of energy from me as I go. The privilege is in being able to shut the door. The rest of us in cubes can’t shut anything out.
I just finished reading Elisha Lim‘s wonderful book 100 Crushes and it got me thinking about what it means to hold change and ambiguity: to hold space for it; to hold it inside you; to hold a presence for it in public; to embody it.
“The problem of waiting is tied to the larger issue of the incompatibility of 24/7 capitalism with any social behaviors that have a rhythmic pattern of action and pause. This would include any social exchange involving sharing, reciprocity, or cooperation.”
—Jonathan Crary, 24/7: Late Capitalism and the Ends of Sleep
I attended an event last night put together by the Helix Queer Performance Network on the idea of “safe space” and I have a feeling that many things that came up there will continue to pop up in my mind and in conversations in the months ahead, as they’ve already been on my mind and in the ether for awhile now.
Because I haven’t stopped thinking about Lorraine Hansberry since seeing the exhibit at the Brooklyn Museum, I’ve made my first meme. It would be wordy!
“Our feelings are our most genuine paths to knowledge.”
“I don’t know much about leaving town
just that the wooden handle that pumps that well
keeps going up and down inside of me.”
-Ali Liebegott, The Beautifully Worthless