We Live In A Racist World. Everywhere

I Think For Me, Happiness Is Crucial, But I Think We Think That Happiness Comes From Amassing Goods And Getting Things And Being Loved And Being Successful, When In Fact My Experience Of Happiness Comes When You Give Everything Away, When You Serve People, When You're Watching Something You Do Make Somebody Happy, That's When Happiness Happens.

Security Isn't What I Hunger For. I Hunger For Change. I Hunger For Connection.

The Clitoris Is Pure In Purpose. It Is The Only Organ In The Body Designed Purely For Pleasure.

The World Has Done That Already - Possessed The Congo And Pillaged Her And Dominated Her And Robbed Her Of Agency And Occupation. Love Is Something Else, Something Rising And Contagious And Surprising. It Isn't Aware Of Itself. It Isn't Keeping Track. It Isn't Something You Sign For. It's Endless And Generous And Enveloping. It's In The Drums, In The Voices, In The Bodies Of The Wounded Made Suddenly Whole, By The Music, By Each Other, Dancing.

I Think Of The Security Of Cages. How Violence, Cruelty, Oppression, Become A Kind Of Home, A Familiar Pattern, A Cage, In Which We Know How To Operate And Define Ourselves.