Derrick Jensen: The Man Box and the Cult of Masculinity

'this culture specializes in toxic mimics, that's where you take the form of something and pervert the content. ie. rape is a toxic mimic of sexuality. it has the form but the content is different.'

one protects oneself lives in a bubble as best they can from the onslaught of our cancerous anthropocene but at issue of grave irritation is the shift from civic accountability to personal responsibility, leaving no room for engendering mass activism i.e. divestment, the greening of products for yet more new markets, consumerism. if the predominant responsibility lies with a handful nearly 100 corporations, if media purposes only opiate indoctrination, if liberals feel good about symbolism, ceremony, sustainability, veganism, about the new green whatever... how do we decentralize, battle these giants? we must win against toxic masculinity/rape entitlement, sociopathy...that which holds us hostage.
tactical minds, indigenous peoples, feminine power - we need you!

i must immerse myself in a thing for long feel overwhelmed by it to even begin to grasp its ephemera. only with much distance and time am i able to see fully, is this how it is for everyone?

our last ice age, pre-anthropocene: 
illustration of an 11,500-year-old residential camp 
in the Tanana River Valley of Central Alaska

nuclear winter by tweet. welcome 2018?

a string of nights just such i spend mostly reading, edifying self to that which I already subscribe? These many months I refine my understanding of this class war we unflinchingly call both civilization and humanity. What goodness these symbols imply!
On the mind: language. So delicate a thing (I treasure) but I see evermore how it frames narrative options leaving only room enough for intended interpretation/an attempt at reaction or at times projective insight should one be open to mirrors.

All leads me to think why we say what we do when we do? Is it all posturing? Self-defense? Is language merely a cloak, an attempt to cover nakedness? I think Lancan posited that speech is a search for love: speech is a request or demand for something missing, as lacking in some respect. all speech constitutes a demand for love. Whenever we speak, we are unconditionally asking to be heard, we are asking for our request to be recognized, we are asking to be responded to, we are asking to be loved.
What is gleaned by manner of employment or lack thereof by self, by other? It betrays experience yet it is fluid changeable, it is not one voice. There is verbal versus written self presentation, all exist on spectrums of circumstance, audience yet silence defines equally? Use of sound and symbol separates us extrinsically to that which is not us, our patterns syntax cadence leave unique imprints? Here I wish I understood music...

*I think on what that Buddha once told me, without language man could not organize, be as deadly...