Given the options, I’m glad I don’t fit in. I’m glad I keep my eyes open. I’m glad institutions make my skin crawl, that being in church—or anyplace that feels like a western, Christian, colonized knockoff—doesn’t feel right to me.
We hunger to love the undiscovered, we long to grow fond of wanting, help us remember what we have forgotten.
I regret those words as soon as I think them. But it’s true.
Loving with reckless abandon is the best act of revolution.
Orthodox Jewish communities hurt and shun many sensitive, vibrant souls who fall beyond traditional gender expectations and identities, but I think they can do better.
Is it so bad to have the walls breached?
Without it there could be no growth.
Isolation would set in,
The possible would remain impossible.
She, who is fearless, who walks out of the wilderness feral-shouldered and unbroken.
Nostalgia calls,
Beaming from ancient hillsides,
A legacy lay dormant,
buried in the Judean soil
contoured crests and valleys
unfolding along a lush river of time;
I don't really value external, objective success, but I want a certain brand of it oh so badly. Will exploring this desire help me find peace?
