Below is a link to a powerful testimony on this woman’s first Michigan Womyn’s Music Festival experience.
Here is small sample…
…I can start to glimpse for the first time, flashes of an answer to questions like, “Who would I be if I had been raised with perfect love and support?” “Who would I be if I had not been harmed and twisted?” “Who would I be if I had never been measured against a toxic standard?” “Who would I be if I had not grown up fearing rape?” “Who would I be if I had not had to spend so many years on simply trying to survive, heal, and recover?” Those questions start to get a lot less rhetorical, in light of Fest. The nourishment seems to be unbound by space/time limitations—it seems to reach back to all of my past selves who most need to be fed.
What I am left with is this bitter question: “Who would I be if I had not been lied to and kept from this Place for all these years?”
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