Today I’d like to talk about glitter.
Glitter is sparkly. It’s gay. Glitter is pleasure. Glitter inhabits the space between art and politics, and spills over on both sides. Glitter doesn’t apologize. Glitter is rebellion. To me it symbolizes the secrets, the part of ourselves that we never lose. It gets stuck in all these weird places. It does not disintegrate. It does not disappear. It is what lines all the awful stuff and makes it bearable, makes it magical. Unlike gold or precious stones – which are also shiny – glitter is cheap. Everyone can get some glitter even at the dollar store. Glitter is totally anti-racist.
After the lecture I had the chance to go out to lunch with some of the amazing students at SSU who are studying (or are curious about) women and gender studies. We talked about fat, race, class, dating, sex and desire. One of my favorite parts of the conversation was when we talked about how we deal with our desires for normative things that won't make us happy but that are culturally constructed as good and right, like dieting, heterosexuality and dating white cis men. These students are dealing with this stuff all the time, and they talked about what it's like being 18 or 19 or 20 on a campus that's fairly insulated. Lena lent me some new vocabulary around desire: that some of these desires lead to self-harm and that choosing not to act on those can be an act of self-love.
I was SUPER sad to leave Sonoma State, but was very happy that I met some free-range chickens (and some wine.. don't pass up wine tasting when in wine country..) on my way home.