The Thing About Writing in Public

I have some questions. I’m not going to write a long intro post, but I have to start somewhere. There’s not going to be any sort of ridiculous perfect first thing to post about. This is going to be messy, and ugly, and really, there’s no more time to wait. I have some questions and awarenesses. About race, about oppression, about victimization and empowerment, about our disconnection from each other and Mother Earth and all the people, human and non-human of the world. About inequality (inequity?), about the hidden forces that shape the world around us. About the things we don’t talk about but affect us every day. Like being white. Like having unresolved trauma. Like being able to run away to an apartment when we get triggered by someone. Like not having to work together. Like being separated from our work and our means to life and survival. Like avoiding an understanding of money and how it works.

Or what happens when we surround ourselves with people who think and act just like us. People we like. People who don’t trigger us because they only reflect the parts of ourselves that we already love and accept.

I have some questions. We’ll start there.