publicly polyculturing
The Many Mores & The Rituals That Feed Them -- REAL FOREST HOURS -- WHO THE FUCK IS UP?
We spill out of Liz’s jeep, moan and remark with respect to sensation how precious the air is up here — real dystopian hours. My friends teach me everything about how I want to be in this world. All knowledge shared herein is collaborative, and rooted in the potential for all of us to get free.
I am deep in my collaboration bag and learning how devotional collaborative strategy is in all of its forms but most poignantly, as it relates to polyamorafying1, a term coined by Natalie Willens, all relationalities in all ecologies. Not polyamorafying as in fuck all these people simultaneously, but polyamorafying as in honoring all these polycultures together now. Ever more swimming in my permaculture bag, I am going to name this concept polyculturafying.
I am polyculturafying my Black, gay ass but humanly problematic and white-washed gaze by addressing my disembodiment through ritual and deeper relationship with Earth (home). Unprompted self-generated accountability is a nervous system soothing balm I am calling in more and more and quite frankly, wish I saw more examples of in the swirling cultural spheres. My specific brand of disembodiment is caused by urbanity, overproduction, and holding on and lacking release ritual. In polyculturafying my gaze I ask, how much am I acting on my gaze? How much of my gaze belongs to beings beyond, in, and between me? — questions evoked by The Allied Media Conference: Queering the Black Gaze.
I am polyculturafying a moment — a crush recently asked me what my intentions are for our relating and when that query arrives again, my revision is to prompt a collaborative exploration of shared intention. How do we agree to relate together?
Ever been in a relationship unknowingly participating in the creation of your own egregore — a worshiped, projectified, authority figure entity created in part, by the thoughts and ideas of a person or persons, though eventually capable of acting independently?2 To codify this relationship dynamic, I needed collaboration, shared crip autonomous dependence brilliance, and to be known, treated, and loved in reliable essence.
Even though there are internet scenes sprouting appreciation for and benefactoring from my work and cultural production, I make work that pleases me — informed by my fringey gestures — the places easiest to access worlds beyond white supremacy — cornerstoning polyculturafication. I am engaging eco-erotic ritual in the forests, woods, and rivers of the Anishinaabe peoples in the coming days, and elicit these foundational strategies and frameworks in intentional gratitude and consensual holy, play.
Lastly, Kendall’s Substack hit me in the gut this week, and feels like part of my ever growing evolving love world building strategy hopes and dreams. Give it a gander.
homefying for all of us together now
learned about egregores on Darryl Cooper The Martyr Made Substack