Long time no chat, we know. We’re sorry for the impromptu hiatus! It’s been a hectic couple of weeks. We’ve moved across the country and have been trying to get our shit together in a larger way that usual. But don’t worry, we’re here to let you in on what’s been going on and what will be going on…
I spent this time on focusing my “highest and best use of vital energy” on vital tasks. If I had been so focused on work, yet distracted by sex, then it was time to truly focus on this work. On school, on personal development, on herHABITAT, on moving across the country, on my non-sexual relationships…After 7 months I had effectively decided and planned to move across the country, finished school getting 100% on my last exam, travelled to Halifax 3 times… and on.
“its really hard to be the one to leave because you’re holding onto the love you thought you had and the dedication.. but if what you promised yourself to was there still, you wouldn’t be leaving” – some dude Teagan got furniture and life advice from
*NEW PODCAST* In this episode Teagan and Forest deal with the repercussions and stigma brought on with the #metoo hashtag, our own experiences and advice around these topics, and how we hope to change and improve how we cope societally with these things.
What do you think it means to be kind to yourself? How does this compare to how we are kind to others?
Being kind to yourself is recognizing (if you can) what you need, and giving that to yourself. That may mean a night alone watching a TV show, taking an hour of the day to go to the gym or read a book, maybe buying yourself a latte. Just doing things that you think will make you feel better. I think being kind to others is recognizing everyone is a person and has feelings and thoughts, and giving them space to be themselves without judgment.
What are some “taboos” you face in the art community?
Especially with the territory of spoken word: only speaking the truth everyone is comfortable hearing, which is quite suffocating to be honest. Some of my work will never be shared because it need not be understood or liked.
Millions of women across the globe marched for their rights as human beings. And in America, my neighbouring country, some cheeto-skinned lunatic in office wearing a bad hair-hat with such a small vocabulary he probably didn’t even understand what he was signing decided that he had the right to determine the outcome and safety of what I take for granted for every. Single. Fucking. Person.
I think people in general have a hard time understanding my choices. We’re all so driven to save money for when we get old, that we miss out on our young lives and arrive at year 80 full of regret. I’m happy that I’ve decided to live in the moment, because I can choose to change my life and do different things whenever I want to. In a sense, it’s like time travel. When I’m too old to do any of this, I won’t be able to change the past. In essence, it just doesn’t click with people. Questions like, “What will you do when you’re older? When will you start to save money? Do you think you’ll eventually decide to live a normal life? What about a career?” are the type that I receive on a daily basis. And the people who ask me those questions should be ashamed of themselves. Snap out of it, the definition of an accomplished life is solely my decision. I’d rather have a sea of memories than a business card which gives my existence a certain status.
What are your expectations for yourself?
I have really high expectations, like, I try to own my shit. It’s easy to point out the fault in others without doing your own accounting first. I try to be a demonstration of balance and take responsibility for my actions.