Raindom Thoughts

“Something is in the room. You have felt it before you had language for it. It is old. It is everywhere. And if you get still enough to really smell it, it is putrid. It is the smell of something that was once alive and human being slowly rotted from the inside out. We call it hierarchy. But that word is almost too clean for what it actually is. What it actually is, is a wound.”

Public Service Announcement : I am a clinical psychologist who is, at my core, a poet. And poets do what scientists and lawyers and preachers sometimes cannot, which is make up the words we need when the ones we have aren’t large enough to hold the truth. We can now begin …. So I made up a word. Gendoxicity I have never seen it anywhere before, though maybe it was floating around in some laboratory where someone else was wrestling with the same question I keep returning to,