Posts Tagged ‘activism’

Fight

Friday, November 25th, 2016

As I sit here speed dialing the fucking government as a last ditch harm reduction and pressure tactic I am thinking a lot about how much our methods for protecting and advocating for the vulnerable are going to have to change. And I am thinking of how long that’s actually been the case.

I will not ‘wait and see’.

I will not ‘give him a chance to lead’.

I will not fall in line with this latest example of our normalized fucking insanity, or the compulsion to pretend what is about to happen isn’t what is happening.

Make art that feels fucking scary.

Make time and space for your people.

Brush up on CPR, first aid, de-escalation, self defense — then use those skills to help others.

Revisit basic survival techniques, and things like how to change a tire — then use those skills to help others.

Fund immigration, LBGT, health care, and anti-racist orgs.

Utilize encrypted, decentralized communication methods.

Pay attention to POC organizers and activists. Contribute, and follow their lead.

Protest.

Ignore the attacker; be present with the victim. Most times, this will be enough. Be prepared, for the times it may not be.

Divest from relying on the militarized police state to help you or keep you safe.

Rest. Whenever. You can. Be creative; Snatched moments are better than nothing.

Google alert your local representatives, and CALL THEM to hold them accountable.

Do the inner work you need to do to support yourself through the discomfort and fear. Prioritize this highly. Have your own back.

I fight with my pen, my phone calls, my local political involvement.
I fight in the street with my fist in the air and tending to wounded.
I fight with my freely given cigarettes and my freely given skills and my freely given knowledge.
I fight by taking care of myself.
I fight with my solidarity and my travels and my artistry and by putting my future and my body on the line to resist this impending holocaust.

If you can’t stomach doing all that yourself, THAT IS OK; support the living fuck out of those of us who can.

There is a lot of judgement floating around regarding how best to show up for this time in history. Fact is: We need our quiet ones (not to be confused with silent), too. We need our funders and our snitches and our safehouses and our people who remain under the radar.

Bottom line: this shit is here, now, and a goal without a plan is just a wish. Resist the confusion. Resist the ‘I wish I knew’ and ‘I wish I could’ or ‘I wish I were brave like ____’. You belong here, now, in fucking reality.

We need you. Sharpen what you have, and fucking use it.

Thanks for giving: a shit. 

Thursday, November 24th, 2016

Third rockin’ass orgasm of the day. Enjoying the hell out of my solo day-long water fast. Fuck your oppressive shitass holidays. — https://instagram.com/p/BNNjpf5hffd/

Water fasting as of midnight last night. Had no idea when I decided to do this a year ago, take the next step in personally divesting from the lies and the cognitive dissonance, how apropos it would be as I closely follow Standing Rock.

This is the thing about trying to figure out how to meld my art with activism. I fasted today as a self care and development experience because I believe we must decolonize ourselves, and that includes, perhaps most importantly, the means and motivations for our connecting with each other. So we can stop passing up connecting with real friends to complain about being “alone”.

I could have made it into art, I could have organized people who wanted to do it together and bare witness in a collective. We could have decided to have made it disruptive and done it in the street, or in a plaza, or quietly somewhere for the groups healing and told our actual friends about it. Part of the reason I didn’t do any of those things, is because I didn’t realize this was art until now.

Art is how I sneak up on myself. It’s how I tell me my own story, and I warn myself of things, and the fucking CURSE of it (and also what makes it work?) is that most of the time I can’t see it until I’ve experienced my own fucking art! It’s like Westworld, I look at the poem or I sketch the choreography or I sew my own mouth shut in watercolor and I go ‘meh. doesn’t look like anything to me’. Until one day it does look like something, and I laugh at myself for not seeing it then.

Developing ourselves is art.

The world needs more art.

Make more art.

Reprogram thyself

Monday, November 14th, 2016

In my view, which has been informed greatly over the last two years by activists of color, there is little actual difference between a person who holds oppressive ideals, and a person who simply ignores and aligns with oppressive ideals because they care about some other benefit more. In terms of impact and the policies, silent social contracts, and decisions we make as a society, there is no difference between the two other than the level of attention and reaction they garner.

I think the establishment lost because the establishment has so blatantly proven that it is, finally, finally finally, no longer a viable option for most people. The other side of that coin, is that half of us didn’t participate in the charade at all. Until 20 minutes before the polls closed, I was proudly going to be one of those people — and had I not chosen in the final hour to vote for Hillary as a means of harm reduction, I would still have been proud to divest.

While we mobilize to protect and resist against the wave of bigoted celebration from the known hatemongers in this country, who pose a very real and dire, life-and-death threat to so many people here, remember that social media is still media.

Remember that we know the people who believe in Trump are squeezed, poorly educated, hungry, and afraid. They have been burned. They want their country back, and they’ve been trained, even by a Black President — with his drone policies, continuation of the war on terror, his respectability politics and infantalizing of Black Lives Matter, his commitment to upholding a white supremacist heteropatriachy while tossing out scraps from the table, — to believe that the America they want back was taken from them by those of us with the least systemic power.

I read not long ago in my psychological geeking, that it is the false presumptions that we place effort into coming to on our own that are the hardest to peel away and replace with a more complete view. We will defend them, personalize them, blame others, distract ourselves, become confused, emotionally fall apart, when faced with information that challenges our hard-won beliefs.

If we are simply told something, and accept it as true, it is much easier for us to respond correctly to being confronted with clarifying information that invalidates that position. However, if we infer a notion, connect the dots ourselves, then our identity, intelligence, and cognitive validity come into play, and the resistance we feel to being wrong is much stronger. Especially when those beliefs center around our goodness and worth of ourselves and our alliances.

This is part of the reason why classism, sexism, racism, transphobia, are such stubborn and difficult viewpoints to break open. They are confirmed and validated subconsciously, all around us, in every moment of every day. Including in the righteous wave of indignation and shock that has spread since the election, and the scary stories of isolated hate crimes that have occurred since the veil was so unflinchingly raised when Trump won.

I am certainly not saying that there is not every reason to be paying attention, to be sharpening our skills, to be planning and organizing and ready for another escalation of a very, very long fight. And I am definitely not saying that to feel, to be numb, to recognize our collective despair, is in any way the wrong thing to do or to be. We all have our own valid experience of this mess.

What I -am- saying: Also pay attention, to what you are being told to pay attention to.