is it a room full of southern, christian conservative people in which i have nothing in common with but the experience of being Disabled?
the amazing women of color, queer folks, disabled folks, and allies i’ve met through links, comments, and emails?
the people who love me, but look down on me or don’t appreciate me (i.e. this weekend, the large number of people at a conference who called me “one of the youth here at the conference” instead of an active member who has been involved w/ this particular org for a long time)?
the handful of people who truly “get it”?
the person who dreams what revolution would look like with me on hotel notepads?
activists in far away states that i see and breathe in their presence only once or twice a year?
the people i work with?
the authors i read?
what are we calling community? i want– and NEED– to hear what you think.