construction!!!

sigh. i am realizing that i am not a patient person. well, i have almost endless patience for children and animals, and then it ends there. so as i navigate the seemingly inevitable delays of construction, i am steadily, and consistently practicing patience. and doing lots of breathing. and remembering how to surrender.

please send your good wishes and good energy toward completion.

thank you

micah hobbes frazier and the living room project

thank you community for your support, you rock!!!

we have raised enough so far (over $800) to begin building again!!!!! we’re over halfway to the goal of $1400, keep it coming so we really can open the space by june 2nd.

thank you so much

micah hobbes frazier and the living room project

afternoon sunshine…

blackgirldangerous:

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the Living Room Project, accessible space for queer and trans people of color, needs to raise $1400 to officially open by saturday june 2nd, 2012. to donate go to: www.thelivingroomproject.tumblr.com

greetings friends, family, comrades, community,

your support in all of the many ways it has manifested has been amazing and beautiful. from the kind words, financial support ($2900 already raised), and of course all of love that you have shown for the project, and for me. thank you!

with your help i have been able to rent the space, a sunny and bright live/work space with really high ceilings and lots of potential, in a west oakland neighborhood full of people of color. and i have completed the first phase of building an upstairs loft and the stairs to access it. the loft takes my personal space (bed, desk, etc) upstairs, making all of the downstairs space a full 1,100sqft, open for community use, and fully accessible by wheelchair (including the kitchen and bathroom).

so now i’m asking for your help again, something i am still learning how to do. i need to raise another $1400 that will pay for materials to finish the loft construction so the space can officially open by june 2nd, 2012!

the living room project is honored to be the new home of the Black Girl Dangerous writing workshop, and Wild Seed Wellness, affordable massage for queer and trans people of color! please give what you can so that other folks needing space are able to access it. everything helps us get to the goal of officially opening a much needed accessible healing justice practice/community space for queer and trans people of color in oakland!

if you are in the bay area, join us saturday june 2nd, 9pm to 2am, for a home warming party at the living room project space.

for event info: http://www.facebook.com/events/289408671145183/

thank you for your continued support, in all of it’s manifestations,                          micah hobbes frazier and the living room project

alter

the living room project: windows and light

  last night a dj saved my life.

well, to be completely honest, it was 4 djs, and a room full of beautiful black and brown queer women. that’s what really saved me. and i want to be honest about that, in fact i need to be. need to share it. cuz see i’ve been depressed. really depressed. to the point where i ask daily what’s the point. of anything. depressed to the point of waking up each morning and not knowing why i did. to the point that when my somatic coach asked me if i was suicidal, i didn’t know how to answer her. to the point where i actively dream about moving away to a quiet island, and leaving all of this behind. leaving oakland, leaving my home, leaving everything.

and it’s not just one thing that contributes to me feeling this way, it’s everything. it’s trayvon and troy, and the racist tweets about the hunger games. it’s conflict and hurt with my family, bio and chosen, it’s the troubles i help my clients face, and the struggles that my comrades fight every day. it’s not having health care for many many years, and not knowing how i will be able to access a doctor now that i really need one. it’s knowing that after my mother died two years ago i am alone in the world. it’s the stress of not knowing if i’ll make enough each month to pay rent, and buy food, and still wanting to keep my rates low enough that my folks, my community can afford to come see me. it’s the worry of wondering how i will raise enough money to get the living room project off the ground, and knowing that somehow i have to. and so much more. it’s everything.

and last night a dj, well 4 djs and a room full of black and brown queer women saved my life. because they helped me remember, and feel again. remember why i get up in the morning and fight to do what i love. and most importantly, remember what it feels like to come home. that feeling of being welcomed, accepted, taken care of, and loved. the feeling of simple joy that i have sought for so long. i went home. home to “good times” which has been such a special home for me,and for us for over two years now. and i so needed that. i needed that big hug from olga t, lifting me off my feet and spinning me around. and i needed the immediate exchange that followed: “when do you want to come home?” “whenever you want me.” “great, we’ll put you up next week.”. i needed that. so i drank it in. even more then the bourbon and ginger ale that my favorite bartender makes for me special.  i drank it in and let myself feel it, feel joy for the first time in a long time. i went home, and i’m so glad i did.

and as much as this is about the djs and of course music, it is also about friendship and community. because as much as the djs saved me, (olga t for holding the space, jai and rapture for throwing down, and dj profess down at somar for holding down the after hours) it was really about the queer women of color i kicked it with all night. they are the ones that really saved me. i could name names but i choose not to, because it’s not about that. instead let’s talk about what it was: beautiful. a room full of black and brown queer women working it all out on the dance floor. all of it. leaving nothing behind. sharing energy, space, love. celebrating each other, celebrating themselves, celebrating life. beautiful. so thank you. thank you for helping remember what the point is. for helping me feel joy, possibility, adventure, and most importantly love. thank you. see you next week on the dance floor.