Fargo Moorhead Zine Fest is delighted and honored to announce that there will be a screening of the movie “Rez” as part of the fest. There will be a Q&A with members of the crew afterwards.
“Rez” tells the story of a young Anishinaabe teen living on the Leech Lake reservation in Minnesota trying to care for himself and his young sister. For more info, go to specialboyfilms.com
anonymous asked: Holy shit, I think I just heard a fucking idiot say that calling out racism and sexism is a form of intolerance. Thankfully I did not have to remain in this dipshit’s presence for long.
Dear Racists: I know you’re dumb as shit, but not tolerating people for the things they do and say isn’t the same as hating people for what they are.
Communication 101: Know your audience. For a long time I was selfish and my audience was myself and that got me nowhere. http://airhornoftruthandlove.tumblr.com/post/35929614211/communication-101-know-your-audience-for-a-long-time
Communication 101: Know your audience. For a long time I was codependent, and my audience was my enemy and that got me nowhere.
Knowing your audience… ugh… Sigh.
Ways that I’m becoming more knowledgeable about ‘knowing my audience’ include:
- Accepting that I am not young anymore; and realizing that in order to age gracefully I need patience with, and understanding towards young people, and I need to really, really listen to young people.
- “There is enough for both of us.” If I am in conflict, my goal is to remember this, and then to communicate it to my antagonist.
But this is really, really fucking hard right now.
I CAN NOT give empathy when I need empathy myself.
But, self, you are VERY aware that, in those situations, you need to give yourself empathy.
- ‘My audience’ knows I am mentally ill and very emotional.
I also know that many people stigmatize people with mental illness. Sometimes people with mental health issues are seen as stupid, violent, lazy, irrational, or weak. I might have those judgments to overcome.I KNOW I DON’T GIVE A GOOD GOD DAMN WHAT PEOPLE THINK ABOUT MY MENTAL HEALTH ISSUES. I will cry in public where ever the heck I want. And I will discuss my mental health issues whenever the heck I want.
- My default audience is, and will probably always be, myself. Be mindful of this, and pay attention. YESYESYESYESYESYESYES
- We are all always doing our best.
- We are all always doing our best.
- We are all always doing our best!!!
It warmed my heart to see this young woman speak out. Empowered young women of color… <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3
September 7th, 2013. Event is free and open to the public. This is a kid-friendly event. Tabling fee is 15 dollars. A supporter has offered to pay part or all of the tabling fee for people who are unable to afford it. Volunteers/co-planners needed. Amazing swag bags will be your reward!
SAFER SPACE STATEMENT COMING SOON
Ask box is open. If asking anonymously/you don’t have a Tumblr, please leave contact info if you’d like a response.
|Stomach:||I am relaxing. The cramps and knots are fading away. They are now gone.|
|Back:||I am straight and at ease, helping the stomach to feel peaceful and relaxed.|
|Shoulders:||We are heavy, low, away from the ears.|
|Brain:||I, the area of me that senses the "I," is calm. I keep life in perspective. I am here now. I am present and centered. I am awake.|
Therapy is the worst… and the best…? It’s very necessary (for me).
I feel so vulnerable. That’s GOOD, though. It’s where I want to be- vulnerable, honest, authentic.
I’m just working on being comfortable here, getting rid of the fear.
By Joyce Hatton, POCZP Midwest Coordinator
Back in February of 2013, Joyce independently led a pocket zine workshop with Girl Scout Troop 30280, an all Native Girl Scout Troop in Fargo, North Dakota. Here is her recap:
On Wednesday February 20th I taught Girl Scout Troop…
tw rape, childhood abuse
I’m really going into this junk in therapy, so I’m probably going to be blogging about it weekly, FYI.
OK, so I haven’t written an ‘it’s done’ gushy gushy post about it yet. Which is odd, because:
When I finished it, I felt a major sense of accomplishment, like, WOW I DID IT! And then immediately after I felt a sense of loss. Here was this thing I’d been pouring my heart and soul into for days, and now it’s just done. And it’s done. No edits needed or wanted, it’s fucking done.
I felt like that after I did my first zine. It’s a nice feeling, but also a sad feeling. But… I guess it makes me feel alive and human.
Anyways. It’s beautiful. Eight pages of color. I’m very proud of the art I did in it.
It’s about my fears, and my loves, and the path between the two. In eight pages!
I was in a FOUL mood earlier. I was sure I was going to stay in all day, and eat a bunch of sugar, and think about how everything was just the worst.
Thank goodness for YouTube, specifically this video.
I felt a little bad for the kitties, but mostly I busted a gut, especially at :18, and that’s just what I needed today.
Go Out? Stay Home.
Isolation, sugar, sleeping on the couch.
Tomorrow I’m going out to a movie with a friend, and Monday I’m going to yoga. I’m going to try to think of a zine I can squeeze out in a day, and then I’ll work on that after yoga.
This depression won’t overthrow itself…