the need for bodily protection, a sense of security, access to information and details….
on the daily, i need to know what spaces i might put my body in, who might be in proximity of my body, what foods i might put into my body, how much sleep my body might get…
i’ve been thinking a lot lately about sobriety. and with this sober lens, i’ve looked at my past (and my future) in a new way…
it’s the rapid flow of sexist judgement and expectation that i internalized and then verbalized that pisses me the fuck off.
i woke up earlier than i wanted this morning. i truly love 8-9 hours of sleep, so as i tried to fall back to sleep, i came back to a memory and a memory of a memory and an even deeper, more painful memory of a memory.
my safety is a human right.
i am driven to connect. i love making one-time or even lasting connections with other humans. i love connecting other people. i believe in dialogue, partnership, and collaboration. i love to experience synergy and connection.
PSA: don’t talk shit about someone else’s food. just don’t do it. it’s rude.
i have a real need for control and for clear expectations.
are flowers both delicate and strong? both sensitive and resilient?