The things I value most in the intersection of art, love, activism, and this other-worldy time of year are the trance like places I go.
The things I value most in the intersection of art, love, activism, and this other-worldy time of year are the trance like places I go.
My fiftieth SiMC entry (I don’t publish Everything)! The perfect time to write about upending gender (a fixed and fluid set of ideas about how all binary to non binary folx identify and express ourselves) and sex (the biological assignments given to us at birth based on genitalia).
“Recognizing the power of the erotic within our lives can give us the energy to pursue genuine change in our world, rather than merely settling for a shift of characters in the same weary drama. For not only do we touch our most profoundly creative source, but we do that which is female and self-affirming in the face of racist, patriarchal, and anti-erotic society.” –Audre Lorde
Four winters and counting in Duluth after escaping from 2012-2014. It’s taken me this long to remember the rhythms of our seasonal year, and place/chart the erotic on my calendar.
These two questions have been one of the best gifts of 2018. To use them both as a frame in varied situations lends perspective and growth. I’ve decided to answer them again here.
Hello and Happy Fall. I’ve taken the spring and summer off from blogging as I healed my heart after the death of a beloved father figure and my pup Lichen. Duluth offers a richness in the warmer months. I drank it in. Now though I feel as if I’m learning how to ride my SiMC blog bike all over again. This year I’m focused on moving the project from personal essay to research and social science. I’m asking more questions about the intersections of whiteness and pleasure and anti-racism.
During Minnesota winter, it’s very important to take high does of immunity boosting supplements. Beside lots of exercise, sleep, pleasure (sex, art, satisfying work, community, playtime in the Wilds, and solitude), I also take mad doses of Vitamin C. Vitamin C(rush) that is.
Last week, I picked up the fantastic, palm-size zine Awesome Things at the Minnesota Center for Book Arts (MCBA). It’s offered many gems- meditations on things that lend to the author’s life.
It’s the beginning of December and I’ve started to reflect on the year. These past eleven months have been so good to me. I can’t help but wonder if some of the goodness has come from committing to having an orgasm a day last New Years.
Thinking of folx who organize community events- what makes radical and queer and pleasure-positive, radical queer and pleasure-positive.
I love spaciousness. I live four blocks from Lake Superior. This great lake moves me on the daily because of her impossible to develop square area, shifting colors, dramatic shifts in mood in minutes flat, invitations to swim during warmer months. Its surface and shorelines change constantly too yet the hugeness and horizon where water meets sky is a constant. Yes, wide wide water is my thing. Always has been, I believe, always will be.
Flirting on the dance floor, sitting drinking tea together in my office, cuddling on a couch, dancing in and out of different gallery spaces at an art show hoping to see her again and again, fucking for hours in a hotel bed early morning. There is no more light or dark in any of these acts. My mental concepts have just assigned different meaning. I queer these relationships with light and dark.
Intimacy just happens in summer. In winter, intimacy requires special plans, getaway adventures, great art...
I love moments of shared awareness used to make something out of the attraction, pleasure and desire I feel about and with another person.
It’s WITCH month and I want to give a shout out to all the womXn in my life. Holy! 2017 covens and feminist explosions everywhere= art+awareness+activist Families, beautiful Co-workers, intoxicating Lovers, dearest Friends, creative Producers I love you so much
I'm sitting with countless ways to feel good, how certain practices contrast and compliment others.
Damn have I, even as queer and sex positive as I think I am, bought into a mega boring, minimalizing, bullshit way of thinking about relationships...
Hmmm, how fun to model fictional characters who allow ultimate goodness into their lives and will… no matter where they live, who they love, or what they have. It’s an inspiring practice!
My QIwP is a tool and a way of undressing the world. Stand touching, naked with my many lived in worlds. This connection is justice and beauty. Is pulsing blood for me.
After the third, the phrase “I’m fun to have sex with” floated through my head. I noticed it and smiled. This last week has been all about dedication to watching thoughts come up and choosing not to get carried away by them. It was a mild flirting with the idea of death, or moreover, the idea of letting go of all I absolutely Love about life- and there is SO FREAKING MUCH I do love.