We gallop back and forth, all around the world, not knowing
where we belong. We follow the Rainbow,
we follow the sun, we follow each other, ever-hopeful for the real life we feel
in our hearts is possible; speaking about it, singing about it, visualising it,
declaring it. The world where we feel
connected to those around us, alive, fulfilled.
We have a sacred role to play that is not separate from
earning our living. We make a
contribution and in return, the appreciation of our community provides us food,
shelter and love. I simply need a home
in which I can be naked and safe, alone and connected, with my lover and my
housemates, a cosy nest in which I can wrap up warm and make love with the
beautiful man who loves me.
I want to feel loved and appreciated, to make a contribution,
joyously, spontaneously, from the best of myself, exactly what my people need,
whether that’s performance poetry or a clean kitchen. I am even happy to do mundane repetitive work
for a busy capitalist in return for currency, but apparently the constellation
of my being, as I have formed myself in this life, through which I can connect
easily with diverse people, does not appeal to a utilitarian employer.
I offer the best of myself to the world. Nothing is more fulling to me than to
connect, to inspire, to serve. To make
the best contribution to the world I am capable of making, utilising my joy, my
pain, my heartbreak, my sexuality, my creativity, my spontaneity, my
unconventionality, my talent, my confidence, my arrogance, my empathy and my
intelligence. I will look to the world,
see the job that needs doing, and do it.
I will ask the world what it needs and I will do my best to do what is
asked of me.
I love you and I give you full permission to offer me, in
return, the love, the touch, the money or the home I need; whatever you feel
capable of contributing I receive with the utmost gratitude. I have needs too and I do not expect you to fulfil them, but I accept and appreciate your gifts when they come to me.
This is a spell I am passing out into the world. I have needs right now that are not being
fulfilled. I need either money to pay
rent or a home I don’t need to pay for.
I can contribute cleaning, cooking or gardening.
I need loving touch that does not need to be sexual to satisfy
the need in my soul for huwoman touch. I
need people to call me, message me, and visit me spontaneously. In return I offer you nutritious meals, poetry,
conversation and love.
I am your Quinoa and you are my world. Let us be a community. Let us offer each other what we need. I am always happy to talk to anyone about
anything at any time, in real life, via message or voice call. Assuming it is humble and not abusive, honest
and gentle, I can listen, I can discuss and I can empathise. I am not afraid of your emotions, I’m not
afraid of your truth, your fears, your passions, your ideas, your shame, your
joy, your sexuality or your trauma. I
only request you offer the same sensitivity and respect in return. I can do my best to love you in whatever way
you need if you would only ask.
Please don’t be scared of me, my people. I’m not a freak, I’m not better than you, you
do not bore me. Maybe sometimes I am
awkward, intense or standoffish, but I so appreciate when people break through
that veil to communicate or share with me.
I wonder sometimes if people are afraid of me or if I repel them. I have so much love to give and so much love
to receive. I need you in my life, all
of you, my locals and my distant friends, Melbourne, Facebook, the world!
Last night I performed my electronic spoken word masterpiece “My
Very Nature” at a queer spoken word night at Hares & Hyenas on Johnston Street,
Fitzroy. It was a cosy, friendly place,
I was given free drinks, but people would only speak to me long enough to thank
me for my performance, no one allowing the conversation to develop beyond
acclaim to a simple pleasant chat. It
felt like being famous. What a peculiar
hell that would be if people spoke to me like that all the time.
I am in this city now and I would like to stay if you’ll have
me. But I need real, daily, supportive
community.
Solidarity is the best tool we have in this world and community
is the only way we can live, however we each choose to form these communities,
wherever we choose to live. We need each
other and we deserve our freedom. Our
freedom of association, our freedom of interdependence, our freedom to live
together, work together, eat together and sleep together with the utmost
consent.
I live in a society where everything is based on mutual
consent. There are sometimes coercive
institutions interfering with our consensus decision making, but we have the
power to defy and evade. We have cracks
to slip through and grow in, like a resilient dandelion.
I want to live in a beautiful world populated by huwomans who
love and support each other in all areas, even where there are taboos, such as
money or touch.
