Not for Love: Just for Breakdowns (of Communication) and Other Poor Excuses
I was asked if my absence from the blogging world, my inability to keep true and come through with the Radical Women of Color Carnival and numerous other responsibilities that have fallen to wayside, was because I was in love. Ha! Hardly. Just a preponderance of work and depression could keep me from here, locked away in dark corners doing just the bare minimum so that la MapucheRican can eat and get sent off to school everyday.
I wish I had an excuse like love, but all I have is this life as an excuse and with that an apology to all the amazing mujeres who I let down by not coming through with my end of the Radical WOC Carnival. I bit off more of life than I could chew and didn't know how to deal. I will accept my public flogging now and attempt to read through the 300 some odd emails in my inbox.
I wish I had an excuse like love, but all I have is this life as an excuse and with that an apology to all the amazing mujeres who I let down by not coming through with my end of the Radical WOC Carnival. I bit off more of life than I could chew and didn't know how to deal. I will accept my public flogging now and attempt to read through the 300 some odd emails in my inbox.
posted by Ms.Maegan at 5:53 PM
12 Comments:
Things happen to us chica throwing stuff off balance.
We've all had our share of days when eating and just being is quite enough.
Glad to see you back!
besos
fabulosamujer is absolutely right. Its hard not to bite off more than we can chew at times. And i know what its like to gather up what little energy you have to feed someone you love.
I'm glad to see you again, even if its just a brief hello. I'm here for ya if you need anything. Brownfemipower and i were just talking about why it is that so many wimmin and activists deal with debilitating depression. There really do need to be more networks of support out there. Take care of yourself, Mamita Mala.
Thank you for posting Mala! I was just thinking about you and wondering if you and your daughter were ok.
ELLA VIVE!
Coo. We were worried. If you're apologizing to us, then that means you're alive and kicking.
Girl, you didn't let anyone down so no need to even go there! it's all about making sure you do what you have to do to make sure things are ok...the blog world can wait! Having said that tho, it's so nice to have you back!
I hope all is well. :)
Yo, what went down with the vagina speakers? (The hairy vagina speakers at that!) Did you rip shit up? Did you cut the cheese on stage? Did you stutter or spit on some bald white dude? How come you don't rate all your shows, yo? Still waiting to see what happened at that goupie "I'm with the band" thing from 19 months ago. Thats more important than whatever else you had to do. How you plan to get groupies if you don't tell them what they need to follow in groups?
To Homofictus,
Your prose sounds so vaguely familiar that I am left wondering who you really are with all your coomentarios. That said I probably should do reviews of my own shows or rate them. Not a bad idea.
To Mis mujeres and madres,
Gracias for your grace and love. I don't know if I am ever um well. Sometimes better and more capable than other times.
mamita---
xoxoxoxoxo
i'm so glad you're back...
Yo, seriously, like what the fuck? You're performing in the center of the universe. Most hos would love to do that or be given the opportunity to do so. And while not as interesting as you going bananas or boinking white boys, it is still very enticing!
I know sometimes what we think we can do falls extremely short of what we actually do. It happens. But rate the shows. Rate your performance. Talk about it. It'll make you better. Your hos here will probably give you good advice rather than just say, "you're fabulous!" (I know I'll break it down until you start screening comments, ugh.) It's about self-actualization isn't it? And if you could put video up, all the bettah!
Yes, I am Homofictus!
sounds like homo is hot for ya mamita...
:-)
Sounds like way too many people I've done...ja ja
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