The year of wonders is what 2012 is supposed to be. Yours truly offers snippets of her favorite books. All on yesterday’s forbidden themes. Let’s see if their mysteries are revealed.
Eros is a story that staved the loneliness of her first years in the Caribbean, when she was missing her former Matrias, California and Italy.
What is “color”? Who are our ancestors? How did our genetic pools get all mixed up over time, journeys, and generations? People of different colors have fallen in love with one another since time immemorial. Yet the very question has become a taboo. Why? Loving oneself in another is how that other gets to love the other one hides within. Crossing the color lines is how we produce love. Isn’t that a win-win? A world where it is safe to cross the color lines is a world where it is safe to love.
Here are yours truly’s reflections back in 2007. Eros: A Journey of Multiple Loves, has the full story.
“Cynthia had been my first African-American friend in the UCR compound, her daughter, Sharma, was Sara’s favorite playmate. Cheryl [her sister] was extremely handsome, with an elegance, LA style, that matched her proud deportment. [We became housemates.] At my department, colleagues, all male and white, asked me about my housing arrangements and I soon realized that none of them had ever shared their living quarters with a person of color. The janitor of the building was an African American and . . . when he was in the elevator, I was the only one to share the ride. I wondered why his eyes would remain lowered, and later learned t was a Southern custom. Lynching was a memory that loomed still large, and a black man would not be found looking a while woman in the eye” (56).
The narrative continues as racial crossing becomes a staple of Gaia’s practice of love. Oh blessed be!