How does experience of white/female socialization create a brick-wall enclosure, holding in my dream of myself and others? How do my thought patterns, my conceptualizations of relating to myself and others, enforce these bricks?

I feel I’ve made these bricks to model a brick I was handed at birth, collecting more over my lifetime, painstakingly making them in my mind’s workshop, firing them in my heart’s oven. The momentum in my life of white suprematicist privilege and body/beauty norm, nationality, literacy, class privilege overlapping with my experiences of gender, sexuality, and ability oppression create complexities that cannot be encompassed in brick walls. I feel a need to express my complexity through working collaboratively with others to tend spaces that allow for dialogue between multiple complexities. Beyond the brick story, into the living story.

I don’t want to make more bricks. I want to tend dirt and see what grows.