Show up, even when…

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  • Meltdown at the afterparty, knocked over a glass of cider in my haste to get the hell out of the venue and go hide in our hotel room.
  • Tears and panic before we even made it through the doors of the event at the beginning of the day.
  • Intense flight or fight response, when you put yourself into a position that your brain doesn’t want to be aka walking into the afterparty and immediately wanting to bolt.

Because it’s important.

Last, but by no means least: use it or loose it.


5 responses

  1. Admin

    Beautifully said. We show up, and show up, and show up, and we get to indulge in the bits of beauty and light we continue to allow in through the cracks of our shells. I’m always so glad to have you there and in my life in general. My heart aches that it’s so hard, and I hope as we travel this road, it becomes a little easier.

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    1. QueerLitLoft

      ❤️

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  2. kerrylouiseforrester

    This is a beautifully written post. Queer the Shelves was my show up challenge too. I’ve never been to a queer event of any kind before and could be described as something of a late bloomer. I missed the morning events as I spent the time at home lurching between ‘be brave – go!’ and ‘(insert various hateful internal commentary here)’

    Eventually, I found myself on the dual carriageway heading towards Nottingham, pushing my little car to 70mph and thus giving myself the shortest amount of time to change my mind. I also had my favourite playlist rattling the speakers to drown out any unwanted pessimism. I had a ‘moment’ in the multistory car park but once I’d managed to talk myself down off the metaphorical ledge I was sitting on, I headed to the library that was just next door.

    The event was as you described so perfectly. I stayed for 3 panels. Bought a couple of books. And cautiously chatted to a few lovely people. I left before the last panel – partly because I couldn’t ‘people’ anymore – and partly because I knew I was going to crash in the not too distant future, and I wanted it to happen at home in bed, not on the A50 where it would have done significantly more damage. I took a few days to recover but I’m so pleased that I went.

    Thank-you so much for sharing your own story of showing up. I hope you continue to do so, and that maybe one day it feels easier.

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    1. QueerLitLoft

      Firstly, thank you for sharing. I’m glad you made it to the event, we all deserve to show up for ourselves even if it’s difficult, because connection and community are beautiful things to be a part of, even if only for a shortwhile.

      If I may say so, I’m proud of you for doing difficult things. I truly understand how hard it can be. 🙂

      I’m over on instagram under @queerlitloft if you want to at least know of one more person by next year. And maybe if you make it there again we can chat…awkwardly. 😉

      Also, what books did you pick up?

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      1. kerrylouiseforrester

        Hi, it was a lovely surprise to see your email among the copious amounts of junk that I haven’t got around to unsubscribing from. I will definitely look you up on instagram. It will be nice to have somebody to chat to next year – all be it awakwardly!

        The books I bought were Stunted Hearts by Helena Harte and Of Light and Love by E V Bancroft.

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