Art, Hope, Community Power, All Together Now
The last six months (six years, fifteen years, lifetime) have in many ways been deeply challenging. And in some ways a continuation of so much. people who can talk to me in st paul but not minneapolis, friends who wanna play at presenting as closer than we are, doctors who will not say I cannot tell you and just so clearly lie to me.
Also, I have realized that there is a way forward, a way that honors myself as an artist, as a human, as a woman, as a community member in many, many communities including with queer folks, and Black folks and Native folks, and rural folks, and white folks, and those urban af, and suburban, and religious, Christian or Buddhist, or Muslim, questioning or irreligious or atheist, with men who believe in the sort of feminism Kurt Cobain lived, women and other gender minorities who have modeled both the freedom I aspire to and the commitment to other people and community, because end of the day we are one Minnesota (where it snows in April and Winter keeps the riffraff out, but its summer now so I can do what I want), one Minneapolis, a place where Prince knew rock and roll is alive.
