Present without performance
Written on November 14 at 4:00 AM, looking out the bedroom window.
I texted a friend the other day that I craved to be ‘present without performance.’ I’ve been sitting with it for a while trying to figure out what I meant by that. Why something feels different now.
As someone who designs and facilitates group processes as a consultant, I am used to performing. I have referred to it as drag. It is a persona that allows me to support the group’s intention. Over the past year, my work has shifted. There is less consulting and more… I honestly don’t even know what to call it.
It occurs to me that I wear less drag and am more me. Am I less protected? Well, that’s not quite right - I don’t feel unprotected. It is something else.
I know it’s partly my privilege that allows me the luxury of being myself. My age, the sensitivity to anti-blackness, and to a much lesser degree, a little less misogyny. This all makes it possible.
There is an expectation now around how I will show up. It is 100% me, 100% of the time.
Being me, in some ways, has now become the performance.