Can asexuals feel love? Fun fact: no, we can’t! I’m just a monster with a barbaric heart. In some states it’s legal to shoot me on sight; in others you need a permit. I’ve been waiting for someone to put me out of my misery. It hasn’t happened yet, but still I hope.
You are wondering whether or not you will have to punch a Nazi. You are wondering how these Nazi’s got so much political power in the United States. As always, turn to the Lorde. Audre Lorde responded to Nazi violence in the streets and in the legislature in Germany at the end of her life with protest and passion. This is an alphabetized oracle (proper nouns mostly excluded) from her poem “East Berlin.”
For a longer article that contextualizes this within my research on Audre Lorde see my piece over at Bitch Media: https://bitchmedia.org/article/andre-lordes-abcs-fighting-facism
To activate the oracle think of your question for this political moment. Choose a letter of the alphabet that you associate with that question and scroll down to the relevant letter. Meditate on the words, create your own poem prompted by them, do what feels right to you. If your letter has no words in this…
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