The first a triptych. One, made of three smaller parts. The third might exist entirely for tension.
I wanted to lay some track before getting into the “noise” emanating from the Halifax Curling Club, how the Halifax Grammar School is managing to make the south end both autocentric and inaccessible, the first drag show I saw in three years where a local political candidate got up and left, or the rainbow crosswalks that overwhelmingly replace queer people in the places I have lived and traveled over the past decade (many).
I felt I needed to explain where my tooth went, why I’m always walking around the city, and whose baby I’m raising, before really getting to the flesh of this project.
And to be clear: this is a writing project. For me, a writing project involves a public performance of the usually-private. Even my orientation to critique is oblique. My interests swirl around (1) writing, (2) displacement, and (3) identity politics. I apologize if the writing seems self-interested at times — that’s not my intention.
I write about my three interests from the narrow confines of my own personal subjectivities. These subjectivities are always fleeting (a fourth interest — the micro, fleeting, or liminal — shows up here, but it is subsumed).
I am against the formal practices of biography-writing and identity-claiming. I can only write this post because I retain the authority to delete all or some of these words later, at my discretion. Behind the paywall, things don’t work that way. Elsewhere I am printed with names I no longer use; arguments I no longer claim but can never call back.
Oh, right. Whose baby?
Un/fortunately, even when I am offline, I am always writing.