Posted onDecember 20, 2016
Posted underSisters of Perpetual Indulgence
I’m not able to recapture the excitement we felt as we voted together in the early morning of November 8, 2016. On this side of the election, our smiles look a little silly.
Despite the results, I’ve continued to hope. My mind starts these “well, maybe..” statements. Well maybe he really does want to bring the nation together. Well maybe he’ll speak out strongly against the rise in hate crimes against Muslims, Blacks, and, gay and Transgender people, especially here in the South. Well maybe he’ll create a cabinet that will balance his ultra conservative positions.
None of this has happened and I’m becoming more and more hopeless.
I didn’t used to pay this much attention to national politics. I’m beginning to think that’s what I’m going to have to do again out of self preservation. I can limit my time on Facebook, start listening to podcasts instead of NPR during my commute, ask relatives and loved ones to respect my decision to talk about other subjects.
It won’t work though.
I saw a meme that read, “All politics is local.” That’s true. What’s happening politically in our country is happening to people close to me. It’s happening to me.
A gay friend who has lived peacefully for years in rural Tennessee has had to deal with hate speech directed at him on three separate occasions. Two black church buildings were shot at in Rutherford County. I went to college there. Last night, I attended a vigil for a young man named Deon who was stabbed to death. News reports say he was wearing a dress when he was killed. Deon’s friends say he was full of life, and he would pop drop and lock it anytime, anywhere.
These hateful actions have occurred since the election, all within fifty miles of me. My friends are angry. Some are afraid. I’m more angry than afraid.
There’s always been a political aspect to being a Sister of Perpetual Indulgence. As a non-profit organization, we cannot endorse candidates. We can, however, take a stand on issues that affect the community we serve.
Doug may want to bury himself under his covers, hiding from the fallout from this election. Sister Ann Wenita Morelove, on the other hand, is going to find herself pushing the pun that is her name even more than before.
Now, more than ever, we need more love. Love for all people, especially women, Muslims, blacks, Latinos, and LGBT folks.
Hi, y’all. It’s been awhile.
I’m not sure what happened that led me to stop blogging. Among the reasons was my constant self censorship. I found it easier to banter with the with friends on Facebook than to craft a post with all those words and deep thoughts.
I haven’t been completely gone, though. For years I’ve had an automated process in place that shoots my Instagram images over to my blog and saves them as a draft. That’s still been going even in my absence. So what would it be like to travel back in time and write about these mostly silly (see above) pictures?
Why not give it a try? Let’s make it interesting. I’ll try, as much as I am able, to share somewhere in the post exactly what I was thinking when I took the picture.
This really could be interesting.
About today’s image. It was taken before Friday night bar ministry on November 11, 2016, just before I dressed. I’m completely naked in this picture, except for the wimple around my neck.
I was thinking that I looked oddly sensual, and that my eye shadow had grown again, as it tends to do.
That night went on to become a good night of ministry. Several Music City Sisters went from bar to bar inviting folks to write on the Veil of Emotion. Here’s a summary followed by a picture:
The Veil of Emotion
We’ve been through a week. Last night, we asked you to share your emotions with us. We wanted to create a space where we could lean on each other and even carry each other for awhile.
This is what you wrote on the Veil of Emotion:
Be on point
I love your hearts!
I love you
See beyond the hate! All love!
I am beyond sad but feel in my heart that we as a people will find home!
Love plus peace! Love always
Let’s love each other
Love your brothers and sisters
Love to all
Fags fight back!
I love life and friends
Confused. Fuck that guy! Confused
Sister love – the grizzlies
Love trumps hate
Hope is not lost. Keep an open mind. Love is love ready to organize in 2018
Love trumps hate! Benji loves all!
Chosen family! Love!
Overwhelmed, worried, confused, scared but hopeful because love wins
When they go low, we go hi.
Love always wins!
We won’t retreat
I pledge my love and to show that to anyone that needs someone.
We see you. We hear you. We love you. ~ Music City Sisters of Perpetual Indulgence
Thank you, Fearsome Beard (his blog is listed on blogs I follow), for reaching out and saying hello. You never know how you might affect someone’s life, right?
an act of civil disobedience
a police officer
a Mr. Friendly
“I see you and you are loved.
I see the pain, the grief, the confusion.
I see you and you are loved.
I see the anger, the fear, and the loss.
I see you and you are loved.
We see you, Orlando, and you are loved.”
Added bonus: the house next door is for sale. There’s lots of potential buyers coming by.