“Being taken seriously means missing out on the chance to be frivolous, promiscuous, and irrelevant.” -Jack Halberstam, The Queer Art of Failure

                In the last years, I’ve done a number of community facilitation projects, and one of the questions funders often ask is how many people is this reaching. And it’s a good question. It’s important. But in systems where I’m taught to want more and more views, more and more likes, more and more influence, I also find myself thinking about the chance to make something with and for these fifty people here. Sometimes making something for “a wider audience” is missing the chance to make and live and share and let go of something with a little group, here.
                So to put it one way, Halberstam has me thinking about all the “goals” or “characteristics” I pursue because I learned somewhere that I’m supposed to—and about all the sillinesses or particularities or otherwises I could be pursuing. Or not pursuing. Lounging into. Growing. No longer resisting. To put it another way, I try to be responsible, but I also like the irresponsibilities of a bouncy ball parading down the stairs. I’ve been carrying a bouncy ball everywhere for a while now. My niece and I decided it was our friend, though in all my seriousness, I’ve forgotten what name we gave it. Am I so sure I want to miss out on being silly?