like a flower in the sun

the freedom of an anarchist

Today I see how lucky I am to be part of this ladyfest "international subculture", how I have access to really great forms of personal expression and opinion that most girls never touch. I realize how wonderful are all these people who spend their time in a way that a "normal" person would never do: doubting the attested truths of the system they live in, trying to find alternatives to a life they feel can't fit in and to which they will never be able to belong to. So they CREATE, they create alternative language, alternative forms of expression, alternative art and music, alternative systems of values, alternative lifestyles, all the time searching for an alternative to their own alternatives. Always asking questions about the meanings of a queer life that keeps them away from the "norm".

Sometimes I am so thankful for it and for how special "different" makes me feel still sometimes I am only overwhelmed by a question that I am aware will never find a satisfying answer: "where do I belong?".

I call myself an ANARCHIST, I'm blessed to be looking for a DIFFERENT way. But you will never really understand cause we define that word in DIFFERENT ways.