The learning process is something you can incite, literally incite, like a riot.

For within livin structures defined by profit, by linear power, by institutional dehumanization, our feelings were not meant to survive. Kept around as unavoidable adjuncts or pleasant pastimes, our feelings were expected to kneel to thought as women were expected to kneel to men. But women have survived. As poets.

I train myself for triumph by knowing it is mine no matter what.

Guilt and defensiveness are bricks in a wall against which we all flounder; they serve none of our futures.

What I leave behind has a life of its own.

It is learning how to stand alone, unpopular and sometimes reviled, and how to make common cause with those other identified as outside the structures, in order to define and seek a world in which we can all flourish. It is learning how to take our differences and make the strengths. For the master's tools will never dismantle the master's house.

...my experience with people who tried to label me was that they usually did it to either dismiss me or use me.