Leaving the country in 7 hours…
Next time I write, I’ll be blogging from the Philippines.
Mabuhay!
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To You
There’s a handful of people who I truly believe make this world more just, creative, fun, and alive with the right things. Nadia Abou-Karr is one of them.
Today, I am most grateful for this amazing womyn who gives her heart to the Allied Media Conference, among so many other great events.
I am better because of her.
Happy Birthday, Nadia.
Contigo,
-Sudy
Return
I returned from a 4-day vacation to find an article about feminism, division, and politics in the Washington Post. I am quoted in the article.
It’s interesting to say the least.
I’m sifting through my thoughts.
For now, BFP echoes my reaction.
This Seriously JUST Happened
I was leaving a comment on a blog about feminism. I try to practice what I preach and use comments as an avenue of supporting other writers and bloggers. At times, I get nervous that what I’m conveying will be distorted or misunderstood – one of the many hazards of online communication.
As soon as I was done writing, I did one of those letter verification thingys to affirm my non-spam intentions. And lo and behold guess what my letters were in the mix:
*F U C K * U *
Oh my.
I was startled for a moment and then laughed by booty off.
Happy Hump Day!
More of that Helen Zia Genius Stuff
If you’re a regular reader of my blog, you know that I tend to freely admit my idolatry for Helen Zia. That practice is what I call
Zialotry: noun. The continued practice, thought process, advocacy, and idolatry of Helen Zia.
Origin://The Sudy Verr Online Dictionary of Feminist Verbs//
Zia is the host for As I Am, an hour-long radio program that speaks from and to the Asian American experience, which an unbelievably rich and untapped garden of stories. Gain insight, think of your own culture, and learn from one of the most inspiring feminists alive, tune in to As I Am.
H/T to Jenn at Reappropriate who always shows me more hope in this world.
Memorial Day Thoughts
Memorial Day.
It’s one of those holidays that mean something other than it’s actual purpose. This weekend is usually the kickoff to summer instead of it actually being about remembrance.
I’m not a history expert, nor do I know much about diplomatic or democratic issues. What I do know is that millions of people and their families have sacrificed more than I can fathom in the name of freedom.
For me, there are fewer freedoms more precious than creative freedom. Memorial weekend is a hard time to really grasp history and what has been given, gifts that I have always been given. It’s not political, it’s just trying to appreciate and understand ordinary people who have had extraordinary courage and families who endured extraordinary grief.
These photos were taken this afternoon as I took a long stroll around a beautiful spring day. In these small specks of simplicity, there lies tremendous beauty around us each day, each moment. Taking a few moments to genuinely love the ability to walk, think, speak, act and exist in a creative freedom is all I could do this Memorial holiday.
Here’s to the grace and beauty of everyday mindfulness and gratitude.
Love & Race
H/T to Vox ex Machina
I’m in an interracial relationship and it’s a marvel to think how it would have been illegal to fall in love with Adonis not too long ago.
I cannot wait for the day when future generations laugh their asses off in learning how we put restrictions on intimacy, sex, relationship, and commitment based off gender, race, and state.
On June 12th, I celebrate MY love, Adonis’ love, OUR love.
It’s also time to bring the same freedom to same sex love.
NO RESTRICTIONS on love. How difficult is this concept?
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CALIFORNIA!
Life Under Construction
Ebb and flow.
The ebb and flow of life has brought me to a place where I am failing to remain centered on life’s most recently delivered tray of decisions.
Moving.
House.
Job.
Trip.
Travels.
Ebb and flow.
The waves of life are bringing some big tidal waves where I will still be sailing along with my blog, but will definitely be stoking the flames of other transformative and larger components of my existence.
I will soon be moving. We have purchased our first home. We have travels for weddings. Our own anniversary.
And, the most salient ingredient is my impending trip to my parent’s homeland, the Philippines. I will be studying the economic, history, literature, and language of my ethnicity for six weeks and staying an additional three weeks for my own exploration. During this time, I will be (formally) researching social movements, feminism, and colonialism. Informally, I will continue writing my memoir about my personal search for everything – and the misconceptions and lessons learned about identity, belonging, feminism, family, and culture from two continents.
There’s no break in blogging, just a flowing continuation of suggestions, thoughts, ideas, and epiphanies. I’ll still be here, but just know, my dear readers, I shall be absorbed in a place where I yearn to be entirely reminded, transformed, and living for what is most important.
Ebb and Flow.