Queer Ancestors
Thinking about queer ancestors, a lineage of queer love becomes palpable, across generations and through time. Today I’m feeling so guided by Sequoia Thom’s life and death – and the way he navigated his “return to the beloved.”
Belonging to the Song
I want to be like birds, as I attune to my intimate world, both human and non-human. How can I belong to the song? Can I listen for the sweet music of each person I love, without getting distracted by all the noise? Can we keep on discerning what song only we can sing, in the weave of each particular us? What if I give my attention to the music, with more and more precision?
Rewilding Our Bodies and Our Minds
Thinking about how we need each other’s help, to rewild our bodies and our minds….Trauma keeps the erotic imagination separate from any future we dare dream of. Minds keep muttering about the damage and the dangers. Bodies dissociate from terrors. We keep desires small. It’s all so wise. Muttering and muting are brilliant neuroendocrine responses to trauma. It’s what keeps us alive, until we find our way home.But once we are home, we need to co-create the safe-enough, brave-enough embodied practices, that help us come off mute, and rewild our bodies and our minds.
Queer Ancestars and Transcestars
Capitalist, colonial culture generates a binary between human and non-human, along with an ever-contested boundary between them. Those of us deemed not-fully-human can get preoccupied with seeking enfranchisement. Queers have been made to dwell outside the margins of “humanity”, alongside other two-leggeds deemed not-human, and all our biological elders, including birds, plants, fungus and frogs, the planet and the stars.