Between journeys, I stop to rest.
I come full circle: my endings and beginnings are one. The world dragon that bites its own tail, the life\death\life mother. Always there is blood, often there are tears, but sometimes there is laughter. We are all standing on the bones of our ancestors, millennia of love and toil brought us here.
This is the world of one who is only at home when lost.
People want to believe gender is something that’s essential, and people repeat these essentialist ideas all the time. ‘Oh, women do that’ and ‘Oh, men do that’ and the reality is that all women don’t anything. We as individuals do what we do, you know, and sometimes that’s informed by gender and sometimes it’s just who we are. And I think all that just makes people really, really uncomfortable because they don’t want to think about who they are.