The reason that old women exploring their sexuality in a myriad of ways -- wearing lingerie probably being the tamest and most predictable way -- is considered offensive is that it reminds men that women change after menopause, that heterosexual sex changes after menopause. Once women don't have to think about pregnancy or birth control, sex is reborn, reckless and multifarious. And, natch, deeply threatening to men and male power. Anything that the binary,sexually repressed, pornographic (i.e. using sex as a means of social control)culture wants to say about women goes out the window. And we just get to be ourselves.
Elijah McClain — violinist, bodyworker, animal lover, community volunteer — would have been 25-years old on February 25, 2021. McClain is the 23-year-old Black man who died after being attacked by Aurora, CO police officers who put him in a chokehold. Although he was on the ground, restrained, when EMT’s arrived, they injected him with ketamine, a strong tranquilizer. McClain died in the hospital.
An animal shelter.
A man plays violin
A cat purrs
A dog dances
A colorful songbird circles the violinist’s head.
-Lights out -
A bodywork room.
ELIJAH MCCLAIN massages his CLIENT.
Here are the seven powerhouse books from 2020 that keep me growing and engaged as we shelter in place.
Caste: The Origins of Our Discontents by Isabel Wilkerson (Random House).Okay, okay. Oprah Winfry called it the best book ever written. Wilkerson, author of The Warmth of Other Suns, argues that the United States can only be understood — and redeemed— by admitting that in our country, power, economics, and culture are all defined and constrained by a brutal caste system based on race. She writes unflinchingly about slavery and Jim Crow, and today — and shows how Hitler’s Nazis used…
The wheel turns as the sun crosses the sky.
Change sings in the sound of the subway.
The children dance before they cry, then dance again.
All that seems solid and still, dreams of eruption.
All that moves with determination leans toward a fall.
The air smells of sulfur and myrrh.
The water feels like crystal and the softest of skins.
The fire burns sweeter than any lover’s heart
Turning, the earth floats in the gorgeous sky.
I am not afraid but I wonder: What is the next word? What phrase is emerging, as I sit on the hill Looking…