Show Notes Myco rambles a bit about itself to an imaginary audience (you!) Image Description: A cute blue and tan mushroom with big sparkly eyes sits against a dreamy blue and purple gradient background. Above and below the mushroom sit the words "Myco intro" in blue Transcript: transcript doc Hello, and welcome to another episode of Liberatory Naysayers. My name is Myco. I use it/its pronouns, and today I am by myself cuz I thought it'd be really fun to do a little intro episode for myself. Fern is off packing the last of their things at their ex's place which is not fun, but needs to be done. First I wanted to say that we are plural, and that's something we've been talking about in a couple of episodes now. As far as day-to-day life goes, we are masking. There's not really anyone other than our immediate close surrounding people who know that about us, and that's a lot for our own safety. It's a saneist world out there, and that comes with a lot of difficulty that I don't have the power and privileged position to weather very safely, ya know? I would say that I am a survivor of many lives and abuses and institutions. I think it's actually really important to name myself as a survivor especially in a system where surviving is not something that everybody does. I have a sister who did not survive. My father did not survive the prison industrial complex. That's just people close to me. Even when it feels like parts of me have died (I hesitate to use that language because I don't particularly like it)...even when it feels like folk within me have died (maybe that's a little better, I like that better), because they have experienced repeated near-death experiences, there is still reality to my ongoing living and survival that feels like a privilege in some ways because there are plenty who do not manage to keep going or have different experiences outside of these painful, difficult lives we live, ya know? I hope I'm making sense. I'm being ramble-y. I would describe myself as an anarchist and an abolitionist. I would describe myself as gentle, at least I try really hard to be. I think I have a pretty good grasp on the world around me. I spent a lot of time in intentional research time trying to understand how all of these systems function and why in an effort to understand my own life because my life didn't make a lot of sense to me. I don't understand how someone can experience so much intensive violence. It was because I didn't understand the world around me, and I didn't understand white supremacy. I didn't understand pipelines and how being marginalized in one way impacts you in others and increases your likelihood of being marginalized in other ways. The ways intergenerational marginalization trauma and harm increases those chances and changes the course of your life. I didn't understand genocide. I didn't understand our country (by that I mean so-called United States of Amerikkka).  I didn't understand anything, which is by design. I am not alone or unique in that. Propaganda is intense and everywhere and intense, and it feels like a part of life is the unlearning we have to do. The untangling. The relearning. The changing of ourselves and our understandings in order to accurately and truthfully reflect the world around us. That was a whole lot of words. I would describe myself as many, many things. Ramble-y and rant-y is one of them, sometimes. Sometimes I can barely speak and have no words. It really depend on who's around and what's going on. I would describe myself and really compassionate and caring. I would say that has been a part of me since I was really young. I remember when I was really little that I cried when I learned meat was animals. And they were animals I'd been friends with. I had cows and fed them and visited them on my family's farm. My grandmother had chickens, so I cried. I've always been really empathetic. It's really important to me to break down hierarchies when I see them and feel them