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Jenna DeWitt's avatar

This sounds like an oddly specific rec for a niche group, but it is NOT: everyone should read Refusing Compulsory Sexuality by Sherronda J. Brown. You think "a book specifically about Black asexuality? That doesn't sound very useful to antifacism" but it is, I promise it is. Resisting compulsory sexuality from an intersectional lens will have you thinking about allllll the ways we are forced into the authoritarian boxes, even to the most intimate parts of our identities. It is mind-blowing how all of this is so connected, down to cisheteropatriachy being so crucial to fascism because of that last footnote with reproductive control. It's all a huge system.

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Daily journaling has been helping me keep a pulse on my inner voice. I decided at the beginning of this year to write at least one word every day from the space where I authentically feel, just to get to know myself. Initially I tended to poetically play on an image. Recently my journaling has turned toward narrative, where I’m getting to know a magical inner landscape, and if I’m in a dysregulated state I wind up in the cabin of an old crone who compassionately talks things over with me while brewing and serving medicinal tea.

I recently started daily yoga for mild low back pain (now gone, yoga and different sandals were just what I needed) and was surprised how good it felt to move my body in strange, unfamiliar ways. It feels like it helps me more fully inhabit my strange unfamiliar self, so I’m continuing the daily practice. I love how it can be adjusted to meet my energy levels: yin for sleepy or exhausted days, vinyasa for high energy days.

A phrase I’ve adopted that helps me return to my body when my 4-year-old or husband trigger dysregulation is “I welcome the stranger.” I think it came to me while journaling one time, that stranger-welcome is a more poignant metaphor for my life than neighbor-love. As my daughter moves through her own mysterious desires and barriers welcoming her as a stranger helps release my impulse for control. As my husband remains firmly in a faith I’m shifting away from (and sometimes reacts with discomfort to my shift), regarding us as strangers--with different inner worlds, triggers, processes for managing our triggers, is helpful and refreshing (this, btw, doesn’t resolve the looming question of whether our marriage will survive, but it’s a helpful frame to regulate myself as we navigate a bumpy patch). It just felt so freeing one evening to realize when I sit at the table with my family, we are coming together not only as a family, but as three strangers! After reading your piece I’m now wondering if allowing us to be strangers to one another undermines the fascist agenda for the family.

Most importantly though, welcoming the stranger is welcoming my strange unfamiliar self. Being undiagnosed PDA and CPTSD (how was i to know? I grew up in Such A Great Christian Family!), as well as aro-ace, I’ve spent most of my life distancing myself from my inner reactions in order to participate in life and society. Welcoming the stranger allows me to say, “I don’t know why I feel trapped when I play with my daughter, or why rage is suddenly shooting through my body, or why I obsessively plan for divorce every time my husband misunderstands me, but I’m allowed to feel this way! There is internal coherence to my nervous system response, that doesn’t fit dominant narratives, but is allowed! I’m allowed to be a stranger in this world, and carve out my own path to safety, and love in more authentic ways!” All of this is contained in the phrase I whisper to myself, and helps me return to my body with compassionate curiosity, which facilitates my return to parenting or conversing from a more regulated state.

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