Hello, reader. How are you? A new zine in town asked me to write a monthly column, and I’m so excited the May column is live as of yesterday. I’m proud of what I wrote. The column is called Disabled Love, and this particular manifestation is Community, Access Intimacy, and Failure.
Please enjoy!
https://dissonanttimes.org/community-access-intimacy-and-failure/
Thank you for your care which helps me feel strong to tell the truth.
The ideas in Disabled Love should be familiar if you’ve been reading my writing for some time. But I like how I said it compactly, and interwove details about delicious lentils and a scene of care and access intimacy in a meadow.
What’s a dream, and what’s real? Sometimes I think happy community is just a dream, like I never understood. Or maybe after all these years, I’m not remembering it right.
But I keep searching, grounded in the belief that community is possible. It’s hard, but this is my idea of justice.
disabled love
The fat transqueer disabled dance is going well–we had our second dance over the weekend. It’s a huge energy expenditure, and I’m so grateful to Ming, our chosen family member, and Ming’s best friend in town who helped it happen.
More people came this time–we had a cute flyer, and I posted it on local social media dance groups.
I’m learning how it goes to host and facilitate an ecstatic dance. Almost everyone shows up late. I feel honored that people are entrusting themselves to the sound and temporary community.
pink
It’s a beautiful evening in Eugene. The sky has pale pink clouds, and it’s my bedtime.
I hope you have what you need, where you live. My mood has been bad, but Ming is patient with me. Our disabled love is strong every day.
