I work grief and sadness out of my body when I dance, and I bring in joy and rhythm.
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I have laughter dates with myself, where I find comics on YouTube and watch them. Louis C.K. was my first laughter date a couple years ago. I’ll also watch those videos of people doing idiotic things. That cracks me up.
I have a really dark, rich, thick sense of humor.
Passive violence can be as simple as someone honking their horn at you for not turning fast enough when the light changes. And it can be highly complex, like when your co-worker undermines all of your work relationships by spreading rumors and lies about you. That’s how passive violence rolls.
Describing passive violence in this culture is kinda like someone who is drowning in the middle of the ocean giving you the low-down on water. The only way you can really understand passive violence is by going somewhere far, far away from phones, news, TV, the Internet.
Words outlive people, institutions, civilizations. Words spur images, associations, memories, inspirations and synapse pulsations. Words send off physical resonations of thought into the nethersphere. Words hurt, soothe, inspire, demean, demand, incite, pacify, teach, romance, pervert, unite, divide. Words be powerful.
Ancient, woman-centered words and beliefs never, like, fall off the planet. Having long done taken on a life of their own, they – like womankind – evolve, and survive. Chameleon style.
Love is a positive, symbiotic, reciprocal flow between two or more entities.
I dance. A lot. I work grief and sadness out of my body when I dance, and I bring in joy and rhythm.
Abuse is the means in which violence retards love.