“Some problems we share as women, some we do not. You fear your children will grow up to join the patriarchy and testify against you; we fear our children will be dragged from a car and shot down in the street, and you will turn your backs on the reasons they are dying.”—
Audre Lorde, “Age, Race, Class, and Sex: Women Redefining Difference” (via arewomenhuman)
Now that I moved away I feel lonely all the time. I wonder if that is wishful thinking, however, because maybe I always feel this way. I want to test that hypothesis by listing people I used to see and talk to, even briefly, almost everyday.
Those are just the people I talked to on a daily basis, shared my meals with, played music with. There are a lot of other friends who I saw more rarely, but loved equally.
A lot of days go by here where the only person I talk to is my co-worker. We share a cubicle. I love her too. I just haven’t met anyone who gets me like any of the aforementioned people or maybe they do get me, in which case, I just haven’t met anybody that wants to spend time with me.
I just finished an embroidery. Official time spent sewing this project: 7 hours. I really like to put a lot of work into things and then destroy them, or give them away. It reminds me that sometimes things are just beautiful and they don’t need to be permanent.
“…there are nearly three whites with doctoral degrees for every one behind bars, but nearly six Latinos, behind bars for every one with a doctoral degree. This is the world I live in and in this world, I find offensive the injunction to not teach “politically” and to leave questions of identity and power outside of the classroom, especially when my subject of teaching is the United States.”—Michael Hames-García, “Which America is Ours?: Martí’s ‘Truth’ and the Foundations of ‘American Literature’” (2003) (via vanguardstar)