the personal as political

This phrase has come up a few times in the week that began with day 282. The conversations went in many directions. I talked quite a bit with friends who articulated the struggle that came with the want to hold hands with their same-sex partner. I was also reminded of a conversation with a women who told me of how her father felt that he could not hold her hand in public for fear of judgement. I have been struck again by the power of this simple action of what it can evoke, from joy to rage to revulsion to comfort.

Day 282

Day 283

Day 284

Day 285

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