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Myth Part 1: Introduction

Myth Part 1: Introduction

Myth has many different faces, and I have a proposal for a new addition to the landscape of myths. In order to add to that landscape, however, I feel it is important to describe the landscape as I see it. All I have is my own lived experience, which, by its very nature, is limited.

We are living in a time of myth. Maybe we are always living in a time of myth. Where our story will be so fantastic that it will be impossible to tell to the future without embellishment. A time when numbers will not suffice to describe what we are losing. When a syllabus cannot describe the things we are learning.

These myth posts will take a while so the plan is to post a myth post every other week in order to talk about other things that come up in between. While you are waiting, feel free to answer any of these questions. To yourself or in the comments. What is your favorite myth? Have you ever stumbled into your own myth? Has myth ever wandered into your life? When do you think myth is the most relevant? What is a myth that needs more people to hear about it? Most of the myth’s I know are white myths and Greek myths. If there are myths that are okay for a white person to hear I’d love to learn some.

Brushing Hair

Brushing Hair

CW: Animal cruelty/death, Racism, Transphobia.

(Big Sister LILLY is brushing younger sibling CAM’s hair)

LILLY: I’m just worried about you is all Cami – Cam. You know that’s it. I’m not going to interfere, but when I hear about things for the first time then I’m going to have a knee-jerk reaction you know? Tilt your head forward, would you? You know I nearly joined a cult too back in college. You don’t need to look at me like that, so your group isn’t a cult I get it, now can I keep working here? Good so like I was saying, I had just met these guys who were a part of this fraternity, and I know how you feel about fraternities, but listen you know those companies where like if you buy one pair of shoes then they send a pair of shoes to Africa? I swear to Darwin those eyes are sharper than a fresh pair of stilettos, third world countries then, you know what I’m talking about yeah? Well so this fraternity volunteered with the department that does the philanthropic stuff, so I figured that had to count for something right? So one day this one brother, who had just these gorgeous doe eyes, is telling me I should come to one of their meetings before some of their members go on a plane for their volunteer work. Head this way, please. So I figure it’s on campus, there’s gonna be a sister sorority there, there are no drinks involved, and this guy, Chris was his name, he seemed very strong and patient, so he’s telling me that it’s this really moving experience, it sounded innocuous enough you know? So the event is hosted in the sorority which originally was reassuring. I need the other side now. I settle in and the MC is talking about immersing into the culture or some shit, and they bring out these two black birds, they were just a little bigger than sparrows, and they just… Listen it was not a pleasant experience, and I really don’t think anything they did was sanitary that night. Head back now. There was no hand sanitizer, no toothpaste, they weren’t even telling people to go wash their hands afterward! I did not stay long enough for them to “bless” me with any of the blood. Yeah, I know, things escalated quick! Hair ties. So all I’m saying is to be careful with these Oatmeal, Quaker people okay? Even if you met a cute boy, or girl! Or… You know… Whatever, just like… Be careful. All this God talk makes me uncomfortable, and you know I can’t be silent for more than 5 minutes. There. Gosh, you look beautiful.

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Try as we might we all start out as strangers. Might as well lean into it. The poetic thing to say would be “and we all end up estranged.” However that does not leave room for Joy.

In my wanderings I have found that one’s relationship with Joy must be like any other. If you seek it every day then Joy will get tired of you. If you leave no room for Joy, then Joy will not bother spending time with you. Some people are predisposed to get along with Joy and so the friendship they create seems stronger. Some people don’t get along with Joy from the start and these people are content that both parties have found more healthy relationships.

I am one who will leave room for Joy. I also leave room for Anger and Sadness, Confusion and Awe, Despair and that feeling of satisfaction you get when your close friend successfully communicates something to you in a crowded room without tipping off any of the avid listeners to the engrossing yarn your friend is spinning full of humor and polite society, but you know that hidden in that yarn is a gem of hope, and queer love that only you get to hold at the end of the day once the yarn has been fully unraveled in the safety of the home you created with one another.

Welcome stranger. I hope you like it here.