This has evolved from my rantings about the machines of oppression to my dream journal, but the issues still overlap.
Sunday, October 22, 2017
Extraterrestrial Grifting Adventure
The other night I had a dream I got sucked into an extraterrestrial gang of grifters and I ended up conning their leader to get what I wanted. And we were in tents.
Some of the grifters were muppets, which made it especially cool.
"There's always someone asking you to underline one piece of yourself--whether it's Black, woman, mother, dyke, teacher, etc.--because that's the piece that they need to key in to. They want to dismiss everything else. But once you do that, then you've lost because then you become acquired or bought by that particular essence of yourself, and you've denied yourself all of the energy that it takes to keep all those others in jail. Only by learning to live in harmony with your contradictions can you keep it all afloat. You know how fighting fish do it? They blow bubbles and in each one of those bubbles is an egg and they float the egg up to the surface. They keep this whole heavy nest of eggs floating, and they're constantly repairing it. It's as if they live in both elements. [] That's what our work comes down to. No matter what we key into it, it's the same work, just different pieces of ourselves doing it." -- Audre Lorde --
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