Uus Elu

Uus elu

Hästi palju on teistmoodi. Murrang tuli järsk ja muutused suured. Kas lõin enda uueks? Või uueks mind loodi?  Uued suutmised, uued raskused, uued tuuled.

Vana elu sai läbi. Läbi käidud, läbitud, otsas. Nüüd koristan, ei lähe tööle, ei pabista, armastan uuel moel, ja vaata, ema, ma oskan!

Uus elu on kestnud kaheksa aastat. Enam kui viiendik elueast. Magan nüüd lõunaund, treening on iga päev, ID-kaardi koode tean peast. Olen omaks võtnud, ja eelmist elu hakanud unustama. Harjusin ära, õpin jälle, sest uus elu on mulle juba vana.

Päeva algus

Niiuuts! “Natuke veel. Ma magan.” Niiuuts? “Olgu, täh, et mul tudida lasid, kus need aluspüksid on, pagan ...?” Maa on külmetanud. Päike juba tõusnud ja ere,  kuigi mitte veel soe. On uni ja on janu. Koer pissib ära. Tunne, et olen tore annab päevale toe. 

Keegi krt ei jälgi mind (peale paari täiesti suvalise inimese, kellest enamik eesti keelest aru ei saa), aga see on NII HEA lugu! Pole üldse tavaline, et troopidest midagi nii lahedat välja kistakse =) 

Narrative Town

Summary: You don’t ever want to be the main character. In your town, that’s deadly. Someone has to warn the new kid. 

——–.

Someone has got to tell the new kid in town the Rules.

“Hey,” you say.

The new kid looks up at you. He’s sitting at his desk in the back corner of the classroom, right next to the windows. It’s a chilly day, but he’s got the window open so that the breeze ruffles his curly, black hair. “What’s up? Fern, right?”

“Don’t call me by my name,” you snarl. Then, realizing what you’ve done, you look over your shoulder. The other teenagers are still looped around the teacher’s desk, trying to get Ms. Slauson to move the test date so they could organize a welcome part for the new kid. “I need to talk to you. Privately.”

The new kid leans back in his chair and studies you. You know what he sees – a completely average high school girl in jeans, a sweatshirt, and a ponytail. There’s nothing remarkable about you. He tilts his head. “You don’t look like a bully.”

You frown. “I’m not.”

“You’re being awfully threatening,” he says in a drawl.

The accent is going to be a problem. It’s southern and sounds really cool. Honestly, it might be too late for him already.

But you still have to try.

“Meet me on the rooftop—no!” You press the heel of one hand against your eye. Fight it, you tell yourself. Fight it! “Meet me at the supermarket on Western Street. The dairy aisle. After school.”

“Okay…?”

You spin on your heel, head throbbing. Meeting on the rooftop is against the rules. You glance up at the ceiling uneasily. You’re not usually affected by the compulsion so badly. Are you being targeted?

If you were smart, you wouldn’t show up to the meeting. You’d just let the guy get sucked into the madness on his own.

But you also really need to buy some milk.

Keep reading

Ach, krdile, võin ka korralik tumlrikasutaja olla, kui tahan!

So “queer” isn’t just an identity that’s broadly inclusive because, I don’t know, we like big parties. There’s actually an underlying ethic, a queer theory, that has political implications.

Its name reclaims a slur because the point is to say, “I am different, but that’s not a bad thing.” The queer movement is about upholding the right of all people to deviate from an oppressive cisgender, heterosexual, patriarchal norm. Broadening the spectrum of acceptable diversity; questioning and dismantling the social pressures that police and punish deviance. Changing not just our own lives, but how our entire society thinks about sex and gender.

That’s why “queer” embraces so many different groups. It’s not trying to erase their differences, but to try to coherently understand the complex overlapping pressures that affect each of them, and to extend our reach beyond the LGBT+ community. It’s about the right of lesbians to live without men and the right of trans and nonbinary people to be who they are, the right of asexuals to define for themselves what’s significant in their lives, the right of straight men to be vulnerable and emotional and nonviolent. When the great queering project is done, you will see the changes everywhere, not just in small LGBT+ enclaves.

It’s recognizing that something that harms or oppresses one of us is pretty likely to harm all of us, so we all benefit from taking it down together.

Vaba

Luuletusi olen kirjutanud omajagu. Seitsesada,  tuhat või nii. Mõnel pole tegu ega nägu, Mõni paistab nagu kuu, oo, tuli väljagi! (Pilve tagant).

Täna ma ei luuleta  - olen teinud oma jao  - kordan vaid, et mitte unustada: vaid siis, kui sul pole midagi kao- tada, saad olla tõeliselt vaba.