i almost wept yesterday when i heard that aung sung suu kyi was finally released, after spending 15 out of the last 21 years under house arrest in myanmar. i heard she finally spoke to her kids. i wish her husband was still alive. i hope she gets some time to just … be, while the world wants to know what she’s going to do about myanmar and parts of myanmar say well, who’s she anyway … it all makes me think about the unphotographed, unremembered people imprisoned/tortured/killed all over this world of ours, every day. people like assk, mandela etc, become icons. we shouldn’t look to them for answers necessarily, but as a very sharp reminder that freedom should never be taken for granted, that they are the tip of the iceberg, that we (the human race) are still failing utterly to take care of and respect each other.
it’s butch 360 time again and this week, it’s all about butch myths.
actually, the other things on my mind today can just stay there for now.