doe @exiliaex@masto.anarch.cc

As queers and exiles of all kinds, remember that it's up to us to preserve the memory our love and living practices.

Many of us had no practices instilled in us by any queers in our lives, since many of us grew up in an era without queer elders, without a history being communicated by anyone trusted in our lives. Instead, many of us were struggling alone against the heavily Christian-coded practices of capitalist, consumerist hegemony.

We had to develop our own practices.
To keep ourselves and each other safer.
To accept and express ourselves.
To develop community, and love.

It's up to us to protect the memory of these practices, their living history. We cannot expect our memory to be kept by the textbooks of machine that produces workers.

We keep the memory of our love, our life, alive.

And we have the power to do more than those that came before us, so that those after us can walk with our knowledge, our failures.

Celebrate around shrines of your love. Let them burn as bright as your heart.

Build temples of rest for exiles. Let them be sanctuaries of self-acceptance as endless becomings.

these are my friends and i love them so much, i talk to them every day and some of them have started talking back. the first time it happened i cried. i cant wait to keep developing with them 😇

@exiliaex @KatSteelwing source link for those curious: https://www.audubon.org/magazine/march-april-2016/meet-bird-brainiacs-american-crow
(I've also since learned that Marzluff retired recently!)

"The profanation of the unprofanable is the political task of the coming generation."

Giorgio Agamben, "Profanations"

"We fix our gaze on the remains of a triumphal arch, a portico, a pyramid, a temple, a palace, and we plunge into meditation. We anticipate the ravages of time, and our imagination scatters over the very buildings in which we live. All at once, solitude and silence reign around us. We alone remain, of an entire nation that no longer exists; and this is first line of the poetics of ruins." —Denis Diderot

unless youre prepared to go to war on behalf of Seattle's Great Crow Satan - do not dress up as a caveman in Seattle.

you have been warned.