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Discussion
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Witches, I was walking home the other night with a friend, when they tripped on the pavement. I made a supporting comment something I don’t really remember, they turned to me and said” if anyone else had said that I would have assumed they were being a jerk but your the nicest sweetest person I know” I wasn’t at all expecting to hear that.
Witches the truth is I’m just so angry! I’m angry all the time. Not at my friend of course. I’m so angry about the world we were born in, the plunderers who run our lives and destroy the natural world our mother who gives us life and on whom we depend. As a trans woman the life that was stolen from me, the people who abused me and who even now abuse my queer siblings. How society treats us and all the indignities we have to suffer for the comfort of cis people. The insane things people make up about trans people and the so many people who just believe it or don’t care. The GOP who want to “get rid” of all of us and the Dems who pay us impotent lip service if that. Our rights being stripped away and how it feels like hope has just died.
In short the cruel intersecting injustices of our class society and the bitter indifference to suffering and active participation of our fellow humans.
I don’t want to be full of anger all the time. I don’t want to be defined by my sufferings. I’m so scarred by life as a trans person, how can anyone have room left to be kind?
I guess what I’ve been thinking about is can kindness be a way out of anger? Can radical kindness be a tool to fight the sources of that anger? And can we survive without out it?
