Monday, June 8, 2015

Don't Read The Comments...

Today I made the mistake of reading comments on articles and videos. I don't usually do this.

The first was an article about a petition to the International Olympic Committee to have Caitlyn Jenner's Olympic medals revoked. She will keep her medals. I'm glad, she earned them. But what does the vocal American public think about this? I read comments about how Bruce Jenner should keep HIS medals that HE earned, but that Caitlyn is now a different person so they aren't hers. This is ridiculous. She earned them. When we make life transitions, the slate is not wiped clean. We are still the same person. I have a high school diploma and a college degree in two different names, and neither match the name currently on my driver's license. Yet, these are still my accomplishments. No one can take that away from me because I earned those, no matter what transitions I go through in life. The comments meandered through various degrees of transphobia. It made me ill.

The second item I should not have read the comments on was the video of the black teenagers being violently chased away from a community pool by white adults and police with guns out, pointed at the kids. I couldn't watch the video, but I read far too many comments. Every single comment I read was about how these black kids were guilty by just the color of their skin, naturally prone to criminal activity and obviously out of place. Every. Single. Comment. The kids were called "urban" as if the color of your skin dictates the environment you are confined to live in. The comments get worse and worse, and I can't bear to repeat what was said about these children. I felt as if I could cry rivers for how much of this these children must face.

Mainstream America is full of racism, transphobia, classism, homophobia, and more cruelty than I can imagine realistically. I have been dwelling on this all day in sadness. I have been reflecting on the world I have grown up in. The sadness & reflection can act as fuel for my social justice activism if I stay mindful about it.



Friday, January 2, 2015

Thursday, January 1, 2015

Seeing, Naming My Transformations


Last night Crystal Blanton posted this quote on Facebook that got me thinking:

"My hips are too wide to pass through the narrow corridor of your mind"
-Chief Luisah Teish


This morning I was getting ready to go to the vigil for the 6th anniversary of Oscar Grant's death and couldn't help but notice that my hips have widened more and I am no longer the scrawny woman I was a few years ago. But I checked in the mirror and, yes, I liked what I saw there. (Damn, I've got nice curves!)

Last night I posted my New Year's Eve blogpost to Facebook and realized that this blog is in dire need of a name change. Something less diminutive. Something with strength. Something that demonstrates more of my stability and groundedness than the nomadicness I was feeling a few years ago.

I also feel the need to update the picture here that is actually from 5 years ago. There's more of me now. More depth, more hips, more power, more clarity, and maybe a few more gray hairs too. (Mmmm... and more love.)

There is no reason to take up less space, with my hips nor my words. In fact, there is every reason to take up more.

Dear 2015...

I promise to blog more, because I have a lot to say. I promise to do more for the kind of changes I want to see in the world. I promise to be less and less of what society thinks I should be as a woman/mom/disabled person, and more and more of what I want to be as a person, disability and all.

And, I will rename this blog for it's new incarnation and the new year...