Thursday, September 27, 2007
Creativity, Postcards, Love, and Thoughts
I had appetizers and a glass of wine with a coworker this evening. We explored what love and intimacy would be like for me. I have experienced them in the forms of friendship and familial love but the true deep intimacy of partnership, no.
Do I even know what that would like? Do I even really want to know?
I'm not sure.
Did you know that 80 percent of newly infected HIV cases are are heterosexual married and monagomous women? That's why the United States is supporting abstinence-only HIV programs.
Have I ever told you that it is because of you that I understand the words "Feminism" and "Social Justice?" By the age of 6, I already knew that I believed in both.
I cannot have how I want...
I can imagine what I've seen.
Then what I haven't. Although not easily, not quite without effort,...
Or only is so in my head where what has never can.
I went to see a play called "Birth" the other day. It was a bit like the Vagina Monologues except that it was about birth. A friend of mine was in it and I wanted to support her. The howling labor pains and the epistiotomy were hard for me to take. If I hadn't been in a middle seat, I wouldn't have been able to stay in my seat. I could much more easily listen to the fake orgasm sounds of the "Monologues."
Days earlier I had made a postcard with a picture of a Mayan woman giving birth. I had meant to write "nunca mas" but messed up and wrote "nada mas," "no more." "Nunca mas" means "never again" and was the name of Guatemala's Historical Memory project. As far as I am concerned, it also applies to childbirth. However in my case, it's just plain "nunca," "never."
And another "thank you" to Wendy...