language vs humanity

Dedicated to Damage inc. a fitting name for this group of friends based on how houses look after our parties.

Today was a hard day, didnt get sleep, got a call from the OPP oking my visit to Alberta to see my bro, which I cant go to right now due to idiots, wrote real powerful blog that brought tears to me eyes and im waiting for it to be oked by the person i wrote it about. Then my friends came and we started talikng a woman who didnt grow up street, but has done everything possible in our community to understand us was talking about the oppression she faced in a polyamourous relationship and how this guy knew all the right words but didnt feel what he was saying, so the words were empty. I talked about the shit I got in for the comment in a blog “does she cheat”, I was told, not the proper word is polyamourous and we started laughing. She kept on talking about her stories and I about how much I forgot, blacked out and how its coming back, and all of us talked about for our sanity we either tell our stories or forget. ei. part of us dies. Our lessons unlearned, We talked abouut the movie pans labarythn and how even though the war was over, all wether in the house, or through learning who they are or in the mountains fighting continued resisting, the only person who dies is the woman who seeks reasonable accomodation, marries her husbands killer, is used as a breeder and tossed out. The lesson learned resist or die, remeber or forget.

Alot of stories were shared, one woman forced to go to therapy with women that hurt there male spouses, even though she never did that because of her “anger issues”. in other words if you are meek and quite and take beatings frompatriarchy, the system etc. its fine, when you hit back you have language issues. Of course during this conversation the word bitch came up and in any other community, this is where the line would be drawn, instead she said I wonder how many woman heard that as there last word before they were beaten to death and to share a commanlity of experiances comapred it to racist murder, something my native friend knows alot about. I complained about how I was suppose to be in Toronto today and guelph yesterday, but due to people who use the right language forgot about me. i guess im not as cool when im not running around exhausting my body and wipping it with chemicals so i can yell scream and do what they take for granted.

Yeah these people are my crew and we love each other, sometimes contradictions based on diffrent oppressions or language divides us, maybe we dont know the right way to say things. But regardless they got heart and want to reisit, want to live. I would rather have ten like them then an army of people that had the right words but no heart. You can learn language, you cant learn heart. Even though we may come off hard and be labelled a bitch cause they fight sexism or labeblled as shifty cause we fight classism or labelled a crazy drunk cause we fight racism, we will fight, and remember and stck by our friends. Like lenin says “better fewer, but better”