Today I am thankful for the infinite highway
The dusty back road
The love struck bodies
Their wholly holy prayer
Thankful for the run away
The run into
The becoming
The, what is yet to come
Around the bend, up the hill
Over the pass
This too shall pass
This too shall be,
Come
Each day I do this I am reminded of so many people and experiences I want to honor.
Today I want to thank to Salt Lines, Tara Hardy, Sonya Renee Taylor andAndrea Gibson. I am certain you will each have individual shout outs for the remarkable gifts you have been in my life. In this moment I want to thank you for collectively being one of my greatest teachers in learning collaboration and love. Working with you has helped me more than I am going to be able to list. Here are a few.
-Thank you for helping me finally wrench my way out of the unholy closet I was bound in
-Working class artists need to help each other.
-Understand queerness, race, body, class, sex, power, patriarchy and how they all inform our individual identities.
-Shit comes up when our identities collide and the only way to create change within us and beyond is to actively unpack the beliefs that interrupt our ability to receive each other in love.
-Seeing and being seen by those we hold dearest and in highest regard is a revolutionary act.
-A single artist is a well; a collective is an ocean, what it creates is its storm.
-We are a unique and powerful collection of wells,
-We are an immaculate body of water
-We are 4 seasons of storm
-All that we see and dream as possible is in fact possible.
-In this life we get choose family, I will always choose you. Always.
Surrender
I am thankful for the dance floor, booze soaked sticky with sweat.
The space built free of body hungry lions,
Waiting on walls.
The Dj casting a sea of dandelions
The collective pulse
The queers in bloom
The fat girl sweat
The swish
The shake,
The drop n shimmy
The ability to be seen
To be wanted
To feel alive and possible
To let the body speak NO
To scream YES
YES I am here
Yes I am more than alive
I am living!
The breakdown is most often in semantics
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In Kindness,
Andrea and Kelsey
Thank you for this truth
The muffin top is the best part.
I’m having trouble
trying to tell you
how alive I have felt
while I watch you
become the whole
galaxy pressed into
one body and you
pass me the beer
we are sharing
on my bed
and I fall into the sheets
and you fall into the voice
that is expanding the whole
room and I feel drunk…
EXERCISE
EX-ER-CISE
EX-AR-SIZE
EGGS-ARE-SIDES
FOR BACON
BACON
Some days I have to invite the hurt in order to let it go.
Alexis Pauline Gumbs
(via verbalprivilege)
Such a big mouth
my ego
Such large teeth
we have
