Older life in the family tree has cleared, giving way to newer energy -- the germinating seedling nourished by the breakdown of former forms.
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.
Our parents came of age with a view of unlimited expansion, we are working with a different view, with different material.
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.
It takes a special awareness of boundaries to both protect ourselves and engage with others in our charged yet suppressive modern world.
These days, I try to be less 'Whoever You Want Me To Be', and more my own flawed, critical, fumbling and comically self-involved self.
I love to see both the shadow and light... the spirit of adventure and enterprise in the Spaniard and the warlike fierceness of the New Indian.