Is it worth the discomfort?... What if it requires you being you? All of you? Exposed? What if resolution requires vulnerability?
The moment you see something with your own eyes and feel injustice with all your senses, you cross an inner border, you know you can’t go back from there.
We owe it to our elders to make them feel needed and respected in their golden years. Plus, we owe them a country that looks out for their basic needs.
I recently ran from someone who was like the people there, though in the context of the the place I saw him, I could discern him, I felt his humanity.
Do you think we can profit from the economic advantages and the support system of a globalized world without fulfilling our duties?
I find a strange solipsism in Queer Thought. An approach that’s both isolated and demanding of those who aren’t a part of the queer experience.
My parents had planned on getting an abortion with my little sister because she was the third daughter conceived and my grandparents grieved over this.