Person I know has been described as 'skittish' since forever. She did Trauma Release Exercises (basically you tire your inner tights with exercises like the one below and it starts to shake and the whole body) and now is just... not?? anymore?? Like is out of flight-or-fight!?!?
This makes me think that this whole area (not even sure what to call it... "healing"!?) is just super high-dimensional and discontinuous, and exploratory search i.e. throw spaghetti at the wall and see what sticks is the way to go.
Like how can you have a problem for SO LONG people think it's your personality but then you do a 10 min exercise and it's permanently gone lmao
They just gave ICE access to Medicaid records and now they’re criminalizing homelessness and mental illness. This isn’t public safety, this is eugenics.
She was as good as if not better than most of the Detroit techno kingpins and her name should be as widely known as any of those male pioneers (it isn’t, despite her winning a Spirit of Detroit Award in 2016 and being named The First Lady of Techno by the Detroit City Council in 2017). Don’t get me wrong, the respect for Kelli runs long and deep in the community but she deserved WAY more flowers than she received in her lifetime, not that she was one to complain. She just got on with it and kept making music — over 300 tracks in her estimation, as of 2019 — and left behind a legacy that will long outlive her. There’s always room for improvement but things have come a long way since Kelli started blazing the trail in the early ‘90s, and many Black women artists are now rightly some of the most sought after acts in house and techno. Celebrate Black women today and every day.
This week’s planned Juneteenth interview was postponed so instead I’m running the obituary of K-Hand that I wrote for Dazed in 2021. Kelli Hand remains one of my favourite producers of all time. She would have been 60 this year and her Acacia Records label would be celebrating its 35th anniversary.
https://t.co/PRm7Lx2qeD
Our perception and experience of others are always colored by our personal histories and inner templates. Sometimes just tinted, sometimes so saturated that we can barely see the other person at all. In psychoanalysis, this is called transference
respectfully, F the labubu think pieces.
we live in a literal fascist dictatorship. life has a way of straight up murdering your inner child and any sense of playfulness. let people have their damn toys
just another day as the woman of my dreams: bought myself a vintage prada backpack then went to the lake > farmers market > nursery > dinner with a gf then went hiking in the rain then rewarded myself with some dr. martens loafers for work & picked myself a bouquet 🥰
@JonathanShedler How does one honor these principles while working in an IOP/PHP setting that depends almost exclusively on insurance authorization? I love your work & would appreciate your perspective on this