In my desired reality
A musing on Fatima's Ivy
In my desired reality, I own a small (not owned by a larger conglomerate) bookstore. It will be a space in my community for organizing and weekly art shows for the community. In this reality cost isn’t an issue and I am able to give the best this world has to give my community. In this desired reality cost is not a question in our minds and planning because there is no debt or eviction.
Cost is measured in effort, energy, skill or tools. We have eliminated workaholism because we are all able to see ourselves as expansive and change beings with no reason to assign a specific value our experience, to define our experience as a sum all or nothing at all. In my desired reality some friends feel so intimate and comfortable that we are always constellations in each other’s star systems.
In my desired reality this bookstore is a safe place for lesbian communists, a safe gathering place for women, themms and femmes to feel alive. An institution that lives on after, I no longer exist and I know it will naturally occur because I’m a doula and a librarian who highlights our experiences in all that I do.