Yesterday during introductions to the Dining hall Obi Joe - my camp director was talking about cleaning up. She got to the part about talking all the spoons at your table to the spoon bucket. Of course then she said, not that spoon and pointed at me. Which is always cute and fine. The funny part of this story is that one of the girls said - yeah we'll only take the metal spoons to the bucket. Another girl at my table looked square at me and said, "you do have a lot of metal in you!"
I just smiled
About the Author:
- N.J.
- I am an preforming artist, writer, director and eternal student. When I am not writing, I am watching anime, working in the theatre, baking bread, cooking, or napping in my hammock. I am fascinated with Africa, performance (of any kind), and woman's studies. When you pair the three together it is a dangerously awesome combination. I am also very active in queer discussions, especially those pertaining to gender. I hope my art can be use to trigger discussion, community healing and change (however loosely defined). Until then I will daydream, draw, write. and live. This is my blog of free thoughts and art, free for you to read.
2 comments:
*squeeeeeaaak* that is super cute. I miss you so much, Spoon! Two weeks!
<3 Switch
you have no idea how much I need your visit and your cuddles. SO MUCH
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