2016 has been very hellish for me. There has been a ton of loss. I have dealt with a new kind of loss; the loss of a person who is still alive. In March I went through a very ugly break-up. One which I never thought I would recover from; one I am still trying to recover from. (more…)
Archive for November, 2016
Lately, I’ve run out of creative, small talk-ish responses to when folks ask me how I am doing.. I’ve now resigned to just a soft smile and ‘I’m doing okay.’
I’m not lying… I am doing okay. I mean, I’m graduating in 27 days…I got my very first full time job interview at a place within the very narrow field of sexual assault advocacy (which is actually tough to come by).. so you know, all things considered, I’m doing okay.
Every now and again though, I get a weird tug on my heart strings and it reminds me that Donald Trump is president elect. A man who loudly endorses xenophobia, transphobia, homophobia, sexual assault as “locker room talk,”islamophobia, white supremacy, ableism, and the list goes on. We’ve chosen him to represent us to the remainder of the globe. This dude. It’s all just wild.
I’ve seen folks move on from sadness to beginning the process of normalizing this. I’m not mad, really.. It’s human nature to take something so traumatic and violent, namely electing this dude, and immediately try to find a way to rationalize things. Otherwise, how would any of us ever sleep at night?
What bothers me is this move to normalize this person’s dialogue and rhetoric…
“Give it a chance”
“He might not be so bad”
“It’ll be okay”
Really? For whom exactly will it be okay? What bodies will benefit or even minimally impact?
I’m a queer, immigrant, woman of color, and a sexual assault survivor.
Where exactly am I supposed to seek shelter? Where do I find the safety that’s been so violently taken from me?
This expectation that it’s now November 24 and therefore I should be over it.. I should just accept it.
Accept that I’m not welcome here.
Accept that my beloved friends will have their rights stripped from them further
Accept that folks a community that I love and am a part of will be hurt even more.
Accept that despite working toward it, I won’t be able to dry all the tears that I want to.
Accept this violent bursting of my safety bubble followed by an attempt to take boiling emotions and make them lukewarm so that the we don’t disturb the peace.
I hope that soon I will be able to move from this, at times, paralyzing sadness soon.
I have every intention in being active in resistance, in allyship, and in radical love for myself and for others.
Please feel free to share thoughts. I’d love to hear from you. I’d love to build community.
I feel like many college students understand that feeling when you wake up one morning, after a night of binge watching Netflix, writing that paper you should have done last weekend, or just sleeping on your wrong side and knowing that your body (or your mind) is just not going to work with you today.
As you walk through campus hoping that this cup of coffee is going to work until you and your lovely bed can meet once again, it is important to give yourself some care.
There are so many things going on in your life but sometimes it is most important to remember what is most important… you and your well being. (more…)
The face of an exhausted shiftworker is not unfamiliar to most: the half-opened eyes of a 7-11 employee, who drawls, “Good morning,” as they slowly move their sleepy arm to scan items. For many working class individuals, managing to secure 7-8 hours of sleep nightly is a constant struggle. Sleep deprivation and insomnia have a pervasive impact on those of lower socioeconomic status, resulting in numerous mental/physiological health risks and poor work performance. Sleep deprivation could be a potential factor that accounts for the near impossibility of escaping poverty. (more…)
Not too long ago, my friends and I were having a conversation about who should pay on a date, the men or the women. It seems the minute we talk about things in terms of gender, that’s when people want to have something to say. One of my friends thought that because her date is a guy that meant he had to pay, because it just makes a “good impression.” So then I asked what about a gay couple who goes on a date, she said whichever person is more “manly” should pay. (more…)