things that turn me on
The footage from the protests, folks taking over the streets and uniting, not giving up and not being violent - it’s giving me a boner. It’s the kind I get when I pass a really hot bike on the sidewalk. There is magnetic energy and excitement. Slight embarrassment since I’m still overcoming the internalized oppression of finding PEOPLE attractive - since we are encouraged to become ashamed of our desires.
I haven’t slept through the night (or day for that matter) in I don’t know how long. I’ve been forgetting the day, the time. It’s amazing how time speeds and slows down in various ways when structure is removed. My eating schedule is just as bizarre as lack of sleep.
The other night on my way back from the bathroom it took me a moment to find my way back to bed because I could not remember whose house I was at.
The day before with a couple bags I plopped down for a nap on a greenway. It was one of the friends who picked me up who later commented, “Yeah, it’s been a long day. We picked you up in a field this morning.”
St. Louis, like Bloomington has lent itself to two wonderful homes I have had the pleasure of staying in. One in each with friends I’d known before I came and the second ones were with new people I met here.
One I feel is a like a cookie that is *almost* done baking, but soon enough it will be full-blown commune. In a few people’s minds, including my own, it really already is. We just have to wait til everyone else realizes it.
It’s like with these protests, all the fucking work and time and lives so many millions of people have given just so we can share the videos with the world. And while there are still steps to be taken, and it seems like there is far to go, that this is happening is too much for things to ever go back to how they were.
We are all doing things at the same time, it’s the group mind. And as I move westward, spending enough time in each town to feel comfortable, meet people and make connections. I feel the wave coming through. The idea “couchsurfing” becomes even more romantic as I can feel the waves of revolution passing through.
A new friend I met, Sequoia, said with speaking and visiting STL I had inspired “A Call To Action,” which I believe is owed to everyone who has worked to get us here. And those unable to join us in body - their/your energy is with us. And it is so strong.
I hope the police and those in positions of power join us soon.
Yeah, no one knows exactly what these demonstrations will bring about and that is what is so beautiful about it, we’ll all have to figure it out together.
