[revised Friday July 25] I've removed what I originally danced and wrote for this week's rite because I was asked to. I have to think more about the how and why of it. It's a thorny situation. I'd love to keep talking about it, with anyone who wants to. All that seems clear now is that to do something for someone you love and admire is its own worth, its own good. In the meantime, I wonder why none of the people who objected to my dancing and my words came to talk to me about it, and why the invested powers reacted so strongly to a woman's body in a church.
It seems to me that this title of Sarcophogi, eclectic for the original post, now hits home truer than ever.