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
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