Homecoming weekend: still not a riot. Why do I care? Not to sure. I don’t want to be part of it and I do. I want to flow from party to party feeling excited about meeting brilliant people learning from each other. Thats the dream. That’s happened to me many times. It’s just that it doesn’t happen because of homecoming but despite it. I feel lonely. I’ve never felt it this way before I know what I want. It is this experience. So if you are feeling this too. Solidarity. Maybe we will meet up soon at a really cool event that neither of us imagined possible.
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Well, let's see how this goes. I am alive and finished my PhD in Cultural Studies where I explor my own embodiment and its shifting character. Finally finally it is done and i have convocated. The shifting continues as I move through. It is done. Thanks to my sister Paula for emergency editing. And really propelling that unhealthy thing into a form that might hold a shape. Of course the final thesis remains an open question, a wound, and a work in progress, and it contains or hints at all my missed opportunities but, in time. it marks out some of the character of my disability experience in art and text. These are two kinds of work which I have long suspected are incompatible at the level of unexamined choices, or at the very least : do different things! If you are interested in my writing, I'd love to hear from you. View all posts by Pause