When I began this blog it was Memorial Day, and the Air and Water Show had fighter planes buzzing by over head. I cringed at the sound of jet engines so close to my home, and I couldn’t help but think about folks who live in actual combat zones. This blog is an attempt to remember one life in a combat zone, lest I forget.
I’ve spent a lot of time flailing about, reacting to injuries and injustices without a framework to properly contain them. In a real sense, those injustices were atmospheric: I found myself boxing the air at sexism, racism, classism, colonialism, and homophobia. I swung at phantoms until I learned the language to correctly name (and thus tame) the sins that haunted me. And now I write about these: each written word a blow (even if ever so slight) against the tyranny of a singular or monolithic worldview.
OuttaSiteOuttaMind 