Toward Supreme Love in Self – (This Is an Endarkened, Feminist, New Literacies Event)
“That’s how I fucked him right back.” (Or, a literacy practice that pays homage to Mukhtaran) (Jeanine speaks)
“That’s how I fucked him right back.”
(Or, a literacy practice that pays homage to Mukhtaran)
To me, Sash is a wonder. This is mainly because, while she resides in me (as, I believe, all fragmentations reside in all women, given circumstances, relationships, and experiences that can coax and grow or mute and stunt them), I am not deeply in touch with her as a fragment of my assembled person. Remember when I told you about location in the Spectrum of Personhood? For a review, see the chapter entitled, “I know better than this.” (Or, getting to where it’s at, with or without company). Location is important to note when figuring out the voice and stories of fragmented selves. Location helps us to understand a fragment’s purpose and passion. So, here’s the skinny on Sash: She resides at the bottom of the soul, guarding, regarding, and inflaming the lowest regions.
Half of Sash is steeped in the flesh/body and her other half breathes just above the perimeter, in the base of the soul. She lives near Kagan (although, Kagan is not as close to the bottom of the soul). And, Kagan is not angry, she’s just loud and bold; Kagan is fabulous and glittery and persistent. She enlivens and seeks titillations and engagements for and from that place. The difference between them is that while Sash is also loud and bold, she is equally profane and coarse and full of rage. Sash is a...