First time watching fireworks:
First time being dunked into water that’s way too cold:
First time getting caught in a bubble shower:
First time driving through a dark tunnel:
First time chatting with a puppet:
First time finding a new recipe in a cooking magazine:
First time forgetting how spoons work:
First time seeing ice cream:
Whenever I’m feeling sad, I look at this and realise how fucking amazing the world is
It was a time
of waiting, of suspended action.
I lived in the present, which was
that part of the future you could see.
The past floated above my head,
like the sun and moon, visible but never reachable.
It was a time
governed by contradictions, as in
I felt nothing and
I was afraid.
I want to live in a world where there isn’t a hierarchy of relationships, where romantic love isn’t assumed to be more important than other kinds, where folks can center any relationships they want whether it be their relationship to their spiritual practice, kids, lovers, friends, etc. and not have some notion that it’s more or less important because of who or what’s in focus. I want to feel like I can develop intimacy with people whether we are sleeping together or not that I will be cared for whether I am romantically involved with someone or not. I want a community that takes interdependency seriously that doesn’t assume that it’s only a familial or romantic relationship responsibility to be there for each other."
— Crunk Feminist Collective (http://crunkfeministcollective.wordpress.com/2012/07/26/throwback-thursday-living-single/)