Attend me, hold me in your muscular flowering arms, protect me from throwing any part of myself away.
I write for those women who do not speak, for those who do not have a voice because they were so terrified, because we are taught to respect fear more than ourselves. We've been taught that silence would save us, but it won't.
I remember how being young and black and gay and lonely felt. A lot of it was fine, feeling I had the truth and the light and the key, but a lot of it was purely hell.
But the question is a matter of the survival and the teaching. That's what our work comes down to. No matter where we key into it, it's the same work, just different pieces of ourselves doing it.
When I use my strength in the service of my vision it makes no difference whether or not I am afraid.
There are no new ideas. There are only new ways of making them felt.