Life post PhD submission has been strange. Confusion is the word that describes it best. The type of confusion felt when one’s head has been chopped off, hanged on a mount and left there for the body to grow back again from it.

  I’ve been running for the past six months or so a feminism through sound discussion group that is by design inclusive of restlessness, ambiguity, pre-verbal expression, impulsivity, felt excess, digressions and attentional fluctuations. It’s been my desire to not just talk about feminism but to facilitate spaces that embody its values on a deeper level. In it we draw, we’re silent, we speak, we read and connect ideas about how feminism is enacted through the medium of sound. The group is open to everyone to join, if you come accross this, drop me a line with a few words…

In the summer of 2014, after three years in the UK, I proclaimed myself ‘not a feminist but…’ on Facebook. I shared a Huffington post article on gender differences in social interactions with which I claimed to resonate a little. A friend commented and asked why I considered myself not a feminist and I remember not being able to articulate why but feeling flooded by images of women that hate men, women that are using their gender as a form of privilege while being too whiney to just deal with shit, women that don’t have the sex appeal or power…

// ‘there is space to…’ is a monthly relational sounding event I run at Concordia University while I’m a visiting doctoral researcher here. This month, there is space to flow – if you’re in Montreal join in: 23rd of February, 5pm. Read more…