Some Sins Invalid pieces
which they use to open their shows which centre the non-normative body and
social model politics at the heart of the night and re-position us as desirous and erotic.
Is this safe? Are you safe?
Are you sufficiently insulated from us,
the deviant, the disabled, the
non-normative, the crippled
or might you become stained, barrow leaking
needs
Are we, the disabled, the unconscious visceral
threat to the able-bodied myth of emotional predictability and bodily control?
Is that why you settle most comfortably in
your mental lazy-boy
as we labour to shield you from our
differences?
Is it why you contain us in intuitions,
police our bodies and movements,
abuse us, exterminate us,
eliminate us even before birth?
Do we frighten you so?
Must we frighten you?
We concave our chests to hold your
projections
Cupped repositories for your fear of
difference
Your denial of your need for help
Your terror of being vulnerable
A wise woman once said
Fear is behaving as though truth
Were not the truth
Living requires risk as does the hottest of
desires
We live in continual risk
And tonight we are coming home.
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We find struggle inside of desire.
We find resolution inside of our desperation
and defence.
We find spirit in the darkest hours of the
soul.
We struggle within our collective
consciousness to transform
assumptions of who is whole,
who is healthy, who is expendable,
Who is desirous, who is erotic.
Who can fuck, who can birth,
Who can love and be loved,
Who
can lead, and who can be a revolutionary.
Is there a perfect body?
There is no right or wrong body
of a conscious revolutionary mind.
We create sacred spaces
that doesn’t not presume
whose body is sanctified or righteous,
that do not claim anybody as expendable.
When we are all recognized as sacred
our wings cross impossible borders and
geographies,
We become beautifully almougious and
unified.
Collectively, we witness our own
transformation,
that we have no one body,
no perfect form, no perfect shape.
Like a phoenix rising, we can shift new
territories
Transforming the narrative of ugly,
absurd, horrifying and deviant
In to powerful, sanctified and the sacred.
We come in bodies of various bones
and
expansive wisdom
that knows no bounds towards revolution.
We are seeking a phoenix to rise us up, to
lift us up,
To collective memory,
To collective legacy,
to rise our freedom home.
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