Now, while this blog will try ardently to avoid clichés, I can’t help but think that knowledge is power and ignorance is bliss. I spent the past weekend in New York attending the inaugural LGBTQ Scholars of Color Conference. I participated in a speed-mentoring event where senior-level QPoC scholars spent 10 minutes entertaining the questions of entry-level QPoC scholars. Anneliese Singh, Associate Professor in the Department of Counseling and Human Development Services at the University of Georgia was my first mentor during this event. I expressed my challenges in grappling with the constant bombardment and accumulation of micro-aggressions. She simply told me something along the lines of, “Your mind will never shut off. Determine your non-negotiables and cope by doing something that sustains you and is productive for your work.” This brief conversation served as the impetus to finally starting this blog. If my mind fails to shut off I might as well record the thoughts somewhere.
Prior to majoring in Ethnic & Women’s Studies, I was an avid writer, where writing was neither theoretical nor analytical, but beautiful. My mom’s home in California houses countless notebooks filled with love poems, heartbreak poems, teen-angst rants, scattered scribbles, and queer manifestos. I miss these youthful and messy forms of writing. As a graduate student my writing is now primarily confined to critical and theoretical final papers and research benchmarks en route to the dissertation. Such assignments are simultaneously enjoyable and challenging but fail to indulge my love of writing just to write. Doctoral programs in the humanities so often embed its students in rigorous reading and writing assignments with the intent of reaching expertise in a field rather than also cultivating a space where writing can be fluid or public. As an undergraduate I found time to study, work, play, and invest time in queer of color and feminist student organizing. Now that I have almost one year of doctoral study under my belt I’m faced with the difficult reality that time is both precious and fleeting. The lines between work and life are blurred and my engagements in radical politics have been relegated to online activism. Now that I’m beginning to manage the inescapability, I find myself craving a space where I can express my musings. This blog is just that; moments of reflection and deep thought about PhD problems, radical ravings, queer qualms, and feminist frenzies.
Most importantly (and personally), this blog will symbolize and work to sustain my voice as I progress through the prestigiously gut-wrenching thing they call the academy.
Here’s to coloring outside the lines---
 Oh, and time is dangerously linear. Hello progress narratives. Hello future blog entry.