debreifing
I find myself hungering for conversation; dialogue, words words words. After class tonight I wanted to call Cat and to talk about shit, to worry through it all and to get it out of my head--my insecurities about never being professional enough; my desire to always stay radical, to not incorporate that mainstream dominate culture bias into my thought process and yet my frustration at being able to create change, to be a part of the conversation when my existence is seen as contrary to progress.
A woman in my class says she cares for people regardless of how their religion and sexual preference differs from her own Christian one and I grit my teeth so hard I think that I might crack them. I know this fight isn't for me to have, and that the conversation is about something else; but all I can feel is boot grooves on my face. Queer enough, too queer, who's to say?
What does it mean to be a radical?
I'm trying to make it mean loved, lover, loving. to embrace myself and those around me, to give in to caring.
A woman in my class says she cares for people regardless of how their religion and sexual preference differs from her own Christian one and I grit my teeth so hard I think that I might crack them. I know this fight isn't for me to have, and that the conversation is about something else; but all I can feel is boot grooves on my face. Queer enough, too queer, who's to say?
What does it mean to be a radical?
I'm trying to make it mean loved, lover, loving. to embrace myself and those around me, to give in to caring.