It’s Autumn Equinox here in the Southern Hemisphere and the first chill of the turning seasons refreshes my skin as I stepped outside this morning. Then the necessary chores and self-care: rituals in the bathroom, at the breakfast table, in the gym, at the computer sorting emails, catching up with news, completing chores. All day I’ve been impatient to get to this writing, to follow through on this morning’s meditation and Re-Balance. Before that there’ve been three months of interruptions to unrealised new year’s plans to start this—a time for casting aside the warnings to writers to Be Productive and for heeding the voice in my heart saying Be Present to Necessary foreground political action and stay on Course, Be Patient, Be In The Moment, Be in my Body, Be Mindful of my Health and Self Care.
A keyboard warrior—fermenting and tottering into Old Age—I’m finding a new freedom unfolding of caring and not caring for all the right reasons. Time and space to care about, to fight for, my sisters—lesbian and straight—under attack by Demented men and women in the new expression of Gender Wars. The king has no clothes, and all the people bow and scrape and Affirm him and each other. I watch them spinning into a foreground vacuum of disembodiment, delusion and nothingness, while allowing, no—Affirming—medical criminals to feed on healthy bodies and confused minds. This week, pontificating politicians in the NSW parliament did dirty deals on us activists and the state’s citizens. We got an unnecessary law (conversion ban on gays) and a legal crime in our new gender conversion ban that *will* convert lesbians and gay men to a heterosexual normality. Puny party politics of those with stunted minds and morals.
But I have time and space also to not care. If people disapprove of us, our ideas, our voices, our message T-shirts (love your sense of humour, Exulansic), we can shrug off their reactions, flee free of their bindings. We can play the Long Game; after all, we’ve been in it for Millenia. We can Laugh, Love and Loosen Lips as we please. These Witches don’t burn. But we’re happy to light the right fires, be Keepers of the Flame, burn away the foul detritus of patriarchy, decontaminate and fling ourselves into new dimensions of Be-ing.
Stay tuned for the next report from my Spaceship Logbook … it’s going to be about foreground Kindness that is doublespeak for Sado-Ritual Syndrome.
With thanks to Mary Daly for Inspiration.
Hi Viviane, from here on terf island. How can you be a woman and not want to fight for the rights of our daughters and granddaughters in today's demented world? That's a whole other side of my life though and I'm happy to welcome you to my Substack community of positive agers. I'll read your future writings with great interest.
Mary is cheering!