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    Thursday
    Mar192015

    Lately

    "I would hurl words into this darkness and wait for an echo, and if an echo sounded, no matter how faintly, I would send other words to tell, to march, to fight, to create a sense of hunger for life that gnaws in us all." ~Richard Wright

    My writing ebbs and flows. I took the month of March off in order to get adjusted to a new job (I got a new job! I'm moving! I'm doing something other than watching HBO On Demand!). I'm currently working on pitches for April because I realized that when I'm not writing I feel lost. It has nothing to do with the quality and content of my full time job but if I'm not working on an essay then I feel out of sorts. I also must admit to the brief high of having the president of NARAL tell me that she enjoyed my work. Like...WHAT? NO. I'm supposed to compliment you! Not the other way around. But, that is what happened one evening in the District of Columbia. It thrilled me to the core and yet I knew that I needed to focus on one thing and one thing only which was not writing for others but writing for a position I fought for.

    Anyway, in due time there will be a website update. Cobwebs will be removed from this space, the light will begin to filter in once again. I have found what makes me happy and what I am good at. Finding the latter made the former that much more significant. If you are curious, here is what I've been up to. Spilling my guts across the Internet including in THE GUARDIAN...which...will never not make my heart beat with joy and pride because I did. I fucking did it. I AM a writer.

    Patricia Arquette Wants Peole of Color to Fight for Women. What Have I been doing?

    "As a black woman, I cannot segregate one part of my identity from the other; those who discriminate against me don’t separate out their racism from their sexism from their homophobia. I am a woman, but I am a black, bisexual woman; those things operate together to disprivilege me. Ending discrimination against white women doesn’t end discrimination for me; history has show us instead that it can actually make the unique discrimination I experience as a black woman – not simply a black person – worse."

     

    NO, You're Life Doesn't Have More "Value" Because You Have Kids

    "Would you like to know why I don't have children? Because kids are work. There are plenty of other reasons such as "preparedness" and the fact I can barely get myself up and out of the door each morning, let alone another human being. Then there's the whole permanent nature of children and, oh yeah, they are people. People with needs and feelings which leads me back to that whole notion of work. I'd rather just sit here and watch this terrible movie that I have seen 900 times and drink this wine. Enjoy dealing with another person's bodily fluids!"

     

    Selma through my father's eyes: 'What did these people die for?'

    "If you were to meet my father, you would notice that he is quick to sarcasm, perhaps even a bit caustic. You’ll also notice me, his only daughter, quick to jab him in the side at the first sign of something inappropriate. My relationship with my father hasn’t been one without its strife; he’s gruff and closed off. When angry, he becomes dismissive and walks away. I also love him more than anything. But the ways in which we approach life – me, with my writer mentality, wanting to know the entire story, and him, with his “why must we discuss this? It’s in the past!” demeanor – have made for an intense relationship."

     

    Status Update: Dear White People, it's OK to talk about Ferguson. Isn't it on your mind?

    "So, when I demanded to know why my white friends weren’t posting en masse about Ferguson, they told me they fear dipping a toe into any conversation on race. They admitted that when they do speak up, they’re told to back down; that they’re told they don’t know what they’re talking about; that they’re accused of tone-policing; that they cannot comprehend the black experience. My white Facebook friends said that they’re told they know nothing, that they’re reluctant because of the potential backlash from their white friends."

     

    I Discovered I Loved Women (And Myself) At Girl Scout Camp

    "From September to June, I admired (and attempted to approach) the boys in my grade and was quickly rebuffed. It seemed I wasn’t good enough, pretty enough, popular enough for them. I simply wasn’t enough at all. Come July, I officially switched to the other team, so to speak. Nothing serious, mind you, just casual flirtation and a willingness to be open and affectionate with women."

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