Entering the Phase of Rage
This week I launched the Rage Against the [Sewing] Machine Club.
Although many of us have our rage inside, expressing it is deemed bad behavior. How are we putting our humanity in such a tiny box that only some emotions are valid? Rage, for me consist of cursing, fuck-everything attitude, possibly destruction in whatever capacity is safe for me and others.
There are systems that perpetuate all of our oppression. More often than before, I have been divesting and speaking out of shit that just don’t sit right with me. Like misogyny, patriarchy, white supremacy, capitalism, sectarism, colonization, and all the other isms under the sun. All these isms are weaponized to create class warfare and it looks like we can all be at the bottom in a hierarchal system of domination.
I digress… the point is I’m fucking pissed. Moving from pissed off at people and myself, to see that almost all personal issues are actually rooted systems and institutions that enables and encourage us to be violent and oppress to each other. We are humans with diversified approach to living our lives and we got these hegemonic systems that created to turn us into old navy, Starbucks-drinking zombie consumers. We are complicit simply by going along with it. Unfortunately, we can not escape it easily. However, we can build conversations around it. Bring aware to it and create community and culture of care instead of competition.
That’s what I want Rage Against the [Sewing] Machine to be. A space of possibilities with direct intention of divestment from these systems. To create upcycle practices that are healthy. To hold a space for creation, death, and rebirth. To be a member of a community that wants the same.
As a functioning community, we (the members) are still developing it. We are testing times, flow, skill set level, support systems and dynamics. And as a facilitator, I’m trying many things. My appreciation goes to so many people behind the scenes (Myisha T Hill & Talia Mole), the all-toes-in members and, honestly, even the people who treated me like shit (ya’ll really opened my eyes to things I definitely don’t want me my life).
We commune, we learn, we unlearn, we rage and we create. I think it’s a fucking cool space.
If this sounds like you, join the fucking club already and let’s rage on together. Rage Against the [Sewing] Machine.
You can see Myisha’s work on liberation here: CYP Events
I have coined Talia an activist and manifestor, see her work here: Queering Motherhood
