A couple of weeks ago, I joined a few friends, and a whole bunch of strangers, in the desert for 48 hours of “building tribe.” My intention for the weekend was to provide energy and support, and to feel the collective energy of a bunch of like-minded people—all of which I did—but I also did much, much more.
That weekend, I overcame my fear and walked on fire, and I formed
deeper connections with existing friends and met people with whom I feel
deep connections are possible. I also thought, a lot, about the notion
of tribe and what it means in my life, and this is what I have come up
Tribe is energy--Good, clean, concentrated, fluid, amorphous, life-sustaining energy.
Tribe is history, both ancient and modern, shared knowledge, common
experiences, new adventures, and constantly forming memories.
Tribe is recognition--of kink, of soul, of energy, of family, of the ties the bind, and the journeys we have taken.
Tribe is love--Romantic, friendly, sexual, sensual, primal, passionate love.
Above all, tribe is acceptance. Tribe is the place where to thine own
self you must be true because tribe demands authenticity and fiercely
protects your most honest self.
The tribal energy in my life waxes and wanes—currently the members of
my chosen family are spread over three continents and separated by busy
lives and non-tribal obligations—but I embrace its ever changing nature
because change brings growth, both of the tribe as new energies enter,
and of myself.
So tribe, to me, is energy, and history, and recognition, and love, and acceptance--and very, very necessary.
Monday, April 27, 2015
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Posted by Literary Wench at 12:04 AM
Monday, March 23, 2015
Scene: A munch, sometime before today.
Your friendly, neighborhood wench
SoleFood (her main squeeze)
Skippy: A male acquaintance
Skippy—speaking to SoleFood: “Do you mind if I do something to your wife?”
SoleFood: “Well, she isn’t my wife, yet, but, regardless, you should really ask her.”
Skippy: “But this thing could get me in trouble.”
SF: “Again, she is an autonomous being—speak to her.”
Skippy turns to the wench in question and, without speaking to her, grabs her arm, pulls up her sleeve, and pinches her hard enough to leave two bruises.
Wench: “If you ever do that again, I will punch you, hard.”
Wench storms off stage left.
So, yeah, this happened—and sure, a pinch on the arm may not seem like a big deal to some, but it was—and what it says is huge. It says that, to some, my consent in this community means little. It says that if I am partnered with a man that this man must speak for me. It says that there are people out there who think they can grab a woman and cause her pain without any type of permission whatsoever.
This isn’t the first time I have written about this (exhibit A), but this is the first time I walked away with actual bruises, and every time I think about it, it pisses me off all over again. I am just so tired of having to fight for what I feel should be assumed without question--namely, that I have ultimate control over what happens to my body.
Yes, we are in a community that engages in power exchange. And sure, a woman may give the power of permission to some other individual—but if you want to know if that dynamic exists, ask her, and recognize that it is she who has given that power. The default simply HAS to be that consent lies with the individual.
This is an important discussion because these consent violations are not always being committed by those we consider predators. Seriously. This guy is not the creepster that girls need to be warned about. He has sincerely apologized and will most likely not be making the same mistake any time soon. But it doesn’t really matter in the moment if the person who is treating you as less than a fully-functioning human being is misguided or an actual predator—it sucks either way.
So—let’s make this simple: Don’t. If you do not have permission from or through the person whose body you want to touch--just don’t. That’s it. Just. Fucking. Don’t.
Sunday, March 22, 2015
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