So look, i’m not a list of unreasonable, unattainable or unexamined demands and accommodations and critiques; and if we could ever get to a place where this work felt real, where we could all be in a space together and have it not be some of us forced to once again stick out like demanding sore thumbs, fumbling, in the way, extraneous, done for, maybe then things would start to shift. Maybe then we would start to feel like part of the fist you keep pounding on the table and wiping your somehow unfairly overworked brow with, maybe then we could be sitting in each of our power, together. Maybe.

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