Janet Mock is a renowned memoirist, journalist, TV host, activist, and podcaster. She’s also a trans woman of color—an identity she handles with caution. And I’m blown away by her beauty! ⠀
« There's power in naming yourself, in proclaiming to the world that this is who you are. Wielding this power is often a difficult step for many transgender people because it's also a very visible one. »⠀
Heading back to Canada today! Refresh, Reinspired and Stoked on life. I’ve heard many (if not) all the popular lakes around Banff National Park are now frozen which means it’s time to get out the skates and puffy jackets and hit the lake! Who’s in?!?
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Let no one ever say that I don’t accessorize. Shooting a wedding with style. Kind of.
There are a small handful of core motivating factors at the nucleus of my transition to road life. Comfort and safety are not two of those factors.
Have more fun. Hear more stories. Embody more freedom. Ride more motorcycles. As you can see, all of these motivators include a common desire - more. We’re sort of conditioned to think that sounds shitty, I think. When we think about being a “good” person we “should” WANT less. There’s no shame in my game around that aspect of my spirit quest here, although the opposite is also present among the composition of the fuel…
I wanted less constraint. Less programming subconsciously driving my proverbial bus. Less domination of the aspects of my personality and identity that exist because of what remains small and wounded. And in order to access that, less of the comforts and safety nets that support the perpetuation of those traits. When we’re in the familiar asylum of “home”, our sensitivity to our patterns that grow from the roots of pain-places can be deadened. Stripping all of that away has a tendency to expose the nerve.
I knew that coming to Pittsburgh would get uncomfortable. Aside from post-midnight trysts with sexy, witty strangers in semi-opulent hotels - it has also revealed me to myself in ways that aren’t the coziest to face. There have been moments where the fact that my feet won’t get warm is probably an equal result of the external landscape as the internal one.
I can be controlling, validation seeking, gluttonous, and I can easily perpetuate emotional enmeshment and manipulation as a result of my empathic qualities. PGH has not only brought me eye to eye with that awareness, but has left me without the comforts I might historically lean into as a means of softening the blow. At ground zero, it’s just me, myself, and my stuff. The only thing to do there is sit, witness, and own.
The pursuit of Self is exposing - surgical even. May the road ahead continue to bring me under the knife. May I have the courage to continue to decline anesthesia.