80 degree swing

located 48 km south of the bahamas and just north of hispanola, turks and caicos is 40 islands set amongst the worlds 3rd largest reef. about 15000 'belongers' call them home. they are reportedly descended from 193 slaves whose ship trouvadore wrecked off east caicos in 1841.

abandoned ship

given the delightfully warm temps (fully 80 degrees warmer than where i left) and delicious breezes, it seems bratty to frown while napping under casuarina trees in the porch hammock, tummy full from gorging on fritters made from endangered caribbean queen conch (relax, theyre farmed here). saying anything other than 'its been wonderful' seems awfully spoilt after spending an afternoon fishing off the reef or seeing the shallow water illuminated by millions of glowworms 5 days after a full moon.

siblings

but for some reason this hasnt been the vacation i imagined. despite my sisters inlaws hospitality, i still feel tense being in someone elses home- involuntarily shuffling in and out of their family drama. but it aint all that. i can tell that even in solitude id feel this weird tightness in my torso whose cause i cannot pinpoint. all said its been good to be reunited with zuzu and sissy, to have started and finished a novel (been a while) and to get some color despite my prodigious application of sunscreen because although black dont crack, off-white do.

disagreement's unpracticed art

ive been to miami twice, and both times ive had fabulous shopping experiences. its embarrassing to admit it- even more so to folks who are familiar with the hundreds of storefronts selling tacky crap. but im telling you that ive found many jewels in the rough. maybe its my combination of 2 of miamis 3 major posses (homos, cubans and jews) that makes miami my fashion dream come true... well, at least 1.5 of 3.

both trips to miami were thanks to my brother in law, whose family owns a home in providenciales. on my way there for my sisters wedding and nieces baptism, ive made miami a stopover. this two-week getaway was a much-needed sunny respite from the debilitating pacific northwest rain. my lovergirl krissy and i shopped on lincoln road, sunned on south beach, admired miami's art deco district and ate yummy cuban fare. we also rented a car and drove down to key west and rode beach cruisers around the flat town in bikinis and brazilian sunga shorts, which was both embarrasing and lots o fun, since were from a hilly and frumpy seattle.

krissy has always showed a repsectful curiosity about race and homo issues. she doesnt use her white hetero privilege to appropriate my experiences like so many white allies. of course, its also flattering to have someone take interest in your life experiences and perspectives on things, so i usually welcomed these conversations.

but despite the sun, fun, and the exquisite company of my best travel buddy, a not especially interesting conversation about whether fat black women in popular culture were a result of historical "mammy" stereotypes or black mens appreciation for fuller figures exposed the travel fatigue that sets in after 2 wks of 24/7 cohabitation. that conversation was my breaking point after 2 wks of feeling like the only person who has anger about race. 2 wks of generally respectful questions from almost exclusively white folks was feeling like a deluge of condescending skepticism.

aint she pretty?

since i have anger and my thoughts on race and identity are mildly radical, i should be accustomed to discussing these issues with a skeptical (mostly white) public. i should have sufficient experience crafting effective retorts and persuading others to consider my point of view. most conversations are topical with well-worn arguments on "both" sides, so only a little study would be necessary. yet like most of us, ive instead spent my time cultivating a philosophical faction of like-minded folks. my real frustration with krissy was my inability to articulately respond to her reasonable questions.

back to flattery. during conversation its fun to have people nod and praise you via their agreement. we have become so used to it that its amusing to see how defensive folks get when someone disagrees. even disagreement is prefaced with sugary sweet affirmation to prep us for the offense of disagreement.

its often lamented of late how divided our society is. we seem cleanly cut into ridiculous binaries of red state/blue state, black/white, male/female, gay/straight, right/wrong, without acknowledging the vast middle ground that most of us occupy. yet our self-segregation affirms these extreme points of view, rejects nuance, and exacerbates feelings of difference. were left with an "us/them" mentality, and without a middle ground to tred upon, avoid confrontation and have nowhere to meet anyway. i hope to improve my ability to disagree artfullly... to reclaim some middle ground and practice persuasion.