Odd hours, but I had an interesting dream that bears repeating. Weirdly, it was Dionysos, ranting on an issue, and I really needed to write it down before I forgot it. I just woke up, so I’ll evaluate it later. Brackets are words I added later for clarity, but were clearly implied, either by context or emotion. I’m not doing it justice, and each portion of this little blurb had illustrations which now elude me, because I’ve been awake too long already.

When you wrong the disempowered in your community, it’s important to set it right.

Whether the injury is a micro or macro [aggression], whether against a person because of their size, gender, race, [or whatever other reason], the injury –more often than not– is that you’ve taken power and voice away from that group of people.

You’ve taken their voice away by defining for them who they are — by making stupid assumptions, or using stupid language that boxes them [in].

The best way to right the wrong is to acknowledge it as soon as you become aware of it, and to give voice and power back to the people it has been taken away from. Ask them [what they need to make it right].

Symposia can be really important community tools: not to create an open dialogue where everyone’s voice is heard equally on the issue, but a [directed] dialogue where the aggrieved can express themselves in whatever way [they need] — whether that is through ranting, poetry, monologue, it doesn’t matter. It’s their catharsis. It’s you giving them their voice and power back.

Somehow, if someone intentionally made me feel like crap about my size, or about my neurological lack of spatial awareness, I do not think I’d want to be given space to rant. I’d prefer a direct and quiet back-room apology from whoever said the mean thing. If someone made a genderist comment, however, or made some comment about my sexual orientation, I most probably would feel like ranting at somebody. That’s why asking what the person needs is so important. It can really vary from person to person or issue to issue.

It kind of reminded me of this button poetry piece: