We’ve been looking at a lot of campers lately and also a lot of videos from camper experts like Josh the RV Nerd out in Michigan. Not only does Josh have a beautiful Michigan accent, he’s quite a cut up and can really make us laugh with his wacky ol’ self. For example, he calls the insufficient fans many RV makers install in their rigs’ bathrooms “four-inch fart fans.” You know, they just don’t stir up enough breeze to make much of a difference.
Not only is “four-inch fart fan” an excellent alternative to “poop head” as an insult, it got me thinking about the importance of ventilation in all aspects of life. Sometimes, the air can get very close and stale, my utter and sparkle devoted queer femme sisters. As much as we do, as much as we try, as much as we carry the fuck on, we struggle for breath and our lungs begin to ache. Whether it’s our health, our responsibilites, our work, our family, our location, our worry for small and large, even sometimes our art, our delight, our clutch at joy – the atmosphere can thicken and swirl in on us. It happens when we’re doing what we do best when we’re busy, when we’re doing everything we can, when we’re managing engaging improvising making it work by the skin of our teeth and then and then.
Today my beauties, my breathing, living, gasping marvels, can you identify where you need to let in some air? Where the ventilation has failed and needs a much, maybe a much MUCH, bigger fan? Turn that shit on! Let it breeze and breathe and whirl the magic and energy and unpredictable wonder back into your hearts and spirits.
Turn your beautiful glad faces towards that healing wind, my seeking my finding my so brave so bold beautiful queer crafters supporters guiding wonders. Give yourself what you need to suck in the bountiful air and feel it lift you, fill you, find you.
Breathe with me!
Ahhhhhh!
(And please be reassured that the rig we’ve finally decided to buy has big, strong fans* in the bathroom and the kitchen, so we will have plenty of ventilation.)
*if you want to know what Josh calls those, you’ll have to go watch his videos….
Every Monday I offer a Meditation for Queer Femmes, in the spirit of my maternal grandmother, Mimi, who was fabulous, and from whom I inherited her Meditations for Women.
At the Total Femme, my intention has been to post three times a week: Meditations for Queer Femmes on Monday, Pingy-Dingy Wednesday on Wednesday, and Femme Friday on Friday. Lately, I’ve just been concentrating on Mondays. And sometimes weeks go by… I’m here, though. I’m here. Do you have a post you’d like to share? That would be fucking awesome! Contact me at thetotalfemme@gmail.com
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