Life used to work in compartments for me. School. Work. Love. Politics. Activism. Of course there were intersections, but nothing like the life I live now. The mashup of this blog’s subject matter is where it all happens for me now.
Q: Who are you?
A: I am a woman-mother-feminist-teacher-partner-student-doula-writer-reader-writer-crafter
Q: Why are you bothering to write yet another blog that has even anything to do with your child – do you know how many of them exist on these here interwebs?
A: Simple: I am sick and tired and having something to say and no where to say it. I used to write a foodie blog, but they don’t want to read about the connections between education, feminism and literature when looking for a tofu recipe. Or – they do and I just don’t want to write tofu recipes anymore?
Q: Where do you live?
A: Toronto, Canada.
Q: What’s your family look like?
A: I am a white female married to a white man and we have a white male-child. I am well educated and live in a situation that upholds the heteronormative values of the patriarchal society. Except I don’t. Because I don’t want to. I can’t do much about the skin and situation I was born into, but I fight every day, every-single-day, against normatives that make my skin shake and creep.