what i brought with me

ever since i was young, i’ve felt like i was from a different culture, and was dropped into this one by a stork. somewhere along the way, i decided to stick by this, and honor the integrity of my original culture, and not get too deep into this dominant culture that i still feel like i’m just visiting.

what’s interesting is that i see, hear, and feel traces of my original culture, the more i move through the world, study other cultures, and talk with culture-bearers when they are available. i can’t claim belonging in any one culture, but i can recognize ways of relating and of doing things that align with the nature of things in ways that the dominant culture does not. sometimes, just a tiny affirmation that something i’ve struggled with in the modern, capitalist world makes sense in a different context can provide a sense of deep calm.

i present as male, and am feminine-attracted. i have always been told that i need to be more assertive in finding a partner, that i need to put myself out there in a certain way. i notice that there is a certain way that the glance of the masculine-attracted person tends to not land on me. even with my deep voice and male presence, being more feminine-identifying internally, this makes a certain sense to me.

when i feel an affinity for someone, though, my instinct is not to be assertive, but to continue to be open and present, without trying to grasp. i don’t feel that this is hesitation, lack of confidence, or fear of rejection. i feel that this is a cultural norm that my body remembers, even as the world moves quickly around me.

i feel that my original culture is centered around inclusion, and meeting everyone’s needs in the community, simply because everyone belongs. this being so, my original culture is a women’s organization, and men are willing participants in this organization, but do not center themselves in matters of partnership.

i see that a woman recognizes a person that would make a good partner by seeing how that person moves and deals in their affairs — whether it’s a business partner, an activity partner or a romantic partner — and gender is not really at issue here. and a woman, knowing that she can choose or not to engage in partnership, because her needs are met by her community, has all the agency.

there’s some deep part of me that has a cultural memory of a time and place where it is understood that a woman simply chooses a partner when she recognizes one who she wants to work with, and that any advertisement on the part of a potential partner is a cheap performance that is never going to land well. i may or may not be a good partner — in business, activities, intimate relationships — but either way, that is not my decision to make; it’s instead the shape of my arc, the cut of my cloth, and whether i am useful is right there for all to see. it is either my time or it isn’t, but forcing the issue benefits no one.

i read about places where such arrangements are indeed the way of everyday. this gives me a sense of deep calm, while also reinforcing the feeling that i was dropped here by a stork.

isolation ↔️ resolution

the etymology of the term ‘autism’ derives from an idea that a person with autistic traits is somehow isolated in a world of their own, that others can’t reach.

i would offer that this is exactly wrong, and a projection by an observer with a mindset built from a variety of assumptions that prevents them from understanding the way the observed person moves through the world.

the isolation being described is that of the observer, not the observed. an isolation from nature, and from processes that take place across long arcs, and within complex systems.

and this isolation prevents the observer not only from understanding the observed, but from understanding their own true nature, and the ways that certain qualities that appear awkward in a limited social context are vital for the human project as it plays out in relationship with nature, the earth, and the universe.

for this reason, i advocate for new language that acknowledges the contribution of the person who moves across a longer arc; whose body remembers what has always been important, even when people in the room have forgotten; whose mind forgets what is not important, even when the people in the room are catastrophizing about a missed deadline; whose presence requires the room to reassess what is important at every turn; whose character collects specific fields of information that, when recognized, enrich the community in unmonetizable ways.

so, i’m going to be speaking in awkward sentences, as i try to articulate the experience, from the inside, of a person who recognizes something of what is important; who recognizes and loves themselves and those around themselves; and who is unsatisfied with the direction that a large swath of humanity has taken—away from nature, and a harmonious relationship with the universe.

sometimes, in coming to our senses, it’s important to disengage from a compulsion to make sense. thank you for your attention to this matter.

culture

be honest:

is culture the ability
to sing the same songs together
in joyful abandon
with your neighbors?

is culture
a shared recipe,
or a coordinated
childcare plan?

is culture the fact that you’ve shopped
at the same Target,
or are recovering from the same expectation
to sit still and keep quiet?

is culture the purchase
of the right brand,
that signals casual,
but not struggling
?

be honest:

what is culture,
to you,
and who
is left out?

are you
feeling proud
of your culture,
right now?

what opportunities to participate
in the culture you identify with
have you passed up because
you were too busy?

what happens
when no one
shows up
to cultural events?

be honest:

do the ones
who pay
your paycheck
have your back?

does your work
fulfill the standard
you set for yourself
at 20?

does access
to the levers of power
make your
family happier?

does the time you spend
at work compensate you
for the time you’ve lost
with your family?

be honest:

what the fuck
are we, as people
who love, doing here,
right now?