To Have Insurance And Have A Diagnosis

With The Gulf Spill, I Absolutely Merged In The Time When I Had That Infection. I Couldn't Get Out Of The Gulf Spill. There Were So Many Similarities: The Drains And The Siphoning And The Tubes. And Also In The Way The Earth Was Hurt, The Ocean Was Bleeding. Remember The Video Cams Of The Oil Gushing? I Couldn't Stop Watching That.

Cancer Was The Most Terrifying, Arduous, Painful Thing, But It Was Also A Profound Gift In The Sense That I Was Holding So Much In My Body For So Many Years That Was Dark And Terrifying Which Was Preventing My Coming Back Into Myself.

I Think About Marvin Gaye And 'sexual Healing.' What A Radical Idea That Sex Was Healing. I Learned My Politics Through That Music.

What If, Instead Of Being Afraid Of Even Talking About Death, We Saw Our Lives In Some Ways As Preparation For It. What If We Were Taught To Ponder It And Reflect On It And Talk About It And Enter It And Rehearse It And Try It On?what If, Rather Than Being Cast Out And Defined By Some Terminal Category, You Were Identified As Someone In The Middle Of A Transformation That Could Deepen Your Soul, Open Your Heart, And All The While-even If And Particularly When You Were Dying-you Would Be Supported By And Be Part Of A Community?

I Am Not Saying People Shouldn't Be Held Accountable For Terrible Acts. But Holding People In Prisons Does Not Necessarily Make Them Responsible Or Accountable. It Makes Them Bad. It Makes Them Evil. It Puts An End To Any Process Of Transformation. It Hardens Them Spiritually And Psychologically.