radical queer convergence (subtitled: i wonder if embracing freakness ever stops feeling strange sometimes)

i'm tired as what but i have to get out a few thoughts out bash back...already being home that space seems so special(ized?) and far away.

thursday night: folk show
friday: radical bdsm workshop, dance party, punk show/xxx party
saturday: diy sex toys workshop, forging a radical trans identity, red line dance party
sunday: genderqueer caucus, fatphobia, report back, radical networking

so many identities, so many issues. a lot of smart people and good ideas and a lot of angry people (often the two overlap somewhat.) it would be tempting to walk out thinking that totally eliminating ignorance about discrimination is impossible to achieve, but i don't think so. my experience was really positive. in being so conscious of power in those spaces, maybe i had more control or more power to contribute.

plus i'm working on organizing this conference/vergence in october....this was a much better and totally different model & experience than the midwest mgblta conference, to say the least.

the strange and fabulous collection of people there aimed--through open conversation--to be accessible and i think in some sense, as compassionate as possible. it was pretty inspiring, maybe. my everyday life doesn't include many spaces like that.

this is a first processing....i'm exhausted, post-catharsis. more later.