My name is not an abstract thing anymore. It has become the foundation of my identity. If I’m honest, it always was but societal and cultural pressure led me to believe that it was disposable. I was brought up thinking – not because of any overt pressure but by subversive messaging, which can be worse, in my humble opinion – that I couldn’t fully be who I was until I took on the name of a man in order to validate my existence.
It has been said before, and we will say it again: THIS IS NOT NORMAL. And these are a few of the ways we are trying to keep our sanity. Gaslighting is NOT NORMAL. KEEP YOUR SANITY BY – Surrounding yourself with people who know and love you and who listen to multiple sources of information. … Continue reading This is NOT NORMAL – And This is How We KEEP OUR SANITY
Knowing that Jesus commanded us to love our enemies this during a totalitarian regime gives me hope. I don’t know how to love Trump, his billionaire cabinet, and the religious people who supported him. When I am marching in the streets, I do it out of love for my neighbors, but I don’t feel much love for the administration. I guess that’s what so hard about Jesus’ call. He doesn’t let us just resist. We have to resist and love the person we are resisting. We have to find someway to love the people who are destroying our country.
As I stood in front of my closet yesterday, searching for the brightest red garment I owned, I suddenly had a bit of a breakdown. One week prior, I had been the one encouraging friends and family to forego a day of work to essentially show America what the country would look like without the … Continue reading “A Day Without A Woman” Was for White Feminists
I spent Tuesday at the state capitol, lobbying for arts funding in Minnesota. I was with a group of friends and coworkers, and as we were walking in to the large auditorium, I wondered whether I was going to see my former partner, himself a theater artist in town, who works for a statewide theater … Continue reading Emotional Fatigue is Physical Fatigue
I look at myself in the mirror and I see no value, no worth, no dignity. I see insufficiency. I see repulsion. I see something unsightly. I tell others that they are fearfully and wonderfully made but I can’t stomach the same medicine. It’s a bitter taste to bear.