Join

I’ve never been a joiner. For someone deeply into so many cultural things–film, veganism, games, feminism, natural healing, poetics–I have just never found a clear-cut group with which I identify.

The closest I have ever come to this was–weirdly–in my hometown, when I was still in high school. While most of my close friends were very different from me in terms of interests, we all balanced one another out in a dynamic way. We glowed with energy: debates blossomed, flamed, and receded; we could introduce each other to things we loved: designers, artists, filmmakers, music, novels. I have often wondered if this was because every one of us were artists in some fashion or another–or if we were just immensely lucky to have the kind of chemical rapport that we did. It came naturally as breathing.

In years past, I have lamented the loss of this space. Friends moved far away or dropped out of contact, busy with relationships or drowning in work. I myself got into less-than-savory activities and lost focus on my writing and the relationships that mattered to me. My communities began to revolve around parties, substances, and shutting out unpleasantness rather than inviting intellectualism and art in.

Now, so physically far removed from any of the communities that I worked to create and maintain, I am realizing that my disinterest in joining may actually be a gift–alongside with the difficulties of being unaffiliated, I have the space to move free and fluid within and without spaces of my choosing. I am not betraying a group by taking space away from it–I am in flux.

Part of me yearns to join the clique at my job–to dye my hair and drink tall boys of Rainier on the beach taking selfies; part of me wants an MFA–an insular group of sheltered creatives shuffling towards meaning; other parts want vegan friends–white yipsters bleating about local foods. But these parts of me clash.

What I really want is curious and critical friends of many persuasions–and I am very lucky to have somehow made that happen. I didn’t join a pre-established community; I have always worked to create my own, sometimes to flourishing success, and often to shrieking failure.

I am proud of the time I have spent creating space for myself. I am more proud of my active role in my own communities than I would be defaulting into a crowd.

Sometimes I am lonely; sometimes I feel alienated. But I am always capable.

Yoga

Ever get that icky feeling when you and a group of other white people who can afford to spend $16 on a yoga class chant “ohm shanti shanti shanti?”

Me too.

I’m fleshing out the skeleton of an essay chronicling my complex relationship with yoga, and, peripherally, with non-western healing in general.

Topics include Orientalism, embodiment, social business models, capitalism. The usual.

Sleep

Sorry for the hiatus on funny, prescient posts y’all. I’ve been spending a lot of time asleep and gazing at my cat’s fuzzy orange underside. The full moon was nice, if too brief.

I’m using adjectives like “nice”; I’m obviously tired.

I’m jealous of folks who have boundless energy. Just bottle some and bring it to me.

Write for DDP!

Yay feminism/writing!

Disrupting Dinner Parties

CALL FOR SUBMISSIONS- please share widely!

Are you interested in writing for DDP? We’re looking to expand our writer and editor pool.

We’re an awesome group of people who care about intersectional social justice, with a (very not exclusive) focus on gender equality. We also write about racial justice, class issues, LGBT rights, mental health, and dis/ability, among other things–and the way those systems of privilege overlap.

Writing for DDP has been incredibly rewarding for me. Disrupting Dinner Parties is an all-volunteer collective feminist blog that posts new, original content every weekday and receives about 1,000 views per day. Internally, it’s a supportive, fun, thoughtful, and thought-provoking community who help each other think through complicated issues and give constructive feedback on each other’s posts.

We’re looking for guest posts from those interested in becoming permanent editors, and from those just looking for a venue…

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