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I am queer. I have come, more recently, to know this. queer
as different, curious, brave. queer as revolt.
When, around adolescence, I learned to measure
difference – to quantify one’s acceptance in society by how far or close one
was to the white, cis, heterosexual, able-bodied, god-fearing, business class
norm (the “naturalized notions of white amerika), rather than continue to see
the difference within and between everyone as beautiful, as creation – I began
to stray from magic.
Complicity to the extraction of this Earth - of water,
land, mineral, forest, soil – and the exploitation of our human and
more-than-human siblings, follows not far behind this leaving of home.
It is not our fault, though, this straying from magic.
The forces behind it are built into the systems erected around us, kneeded into
our muscle and bone. It’s been like this since the European owning class stacked
stones around the Commons and began the paradigm of private property and
ownership.
But I do believe, beyond the greed and disassociation of
the capitalist mind, deeper than the loneliness, there is still the child, there
is home, there is the courage that lets us see all life in its brilliance and
the love to take down the walls put up in its way.
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