As I walked, biked and pushed myself over my limits for about 350 kilometres from Leon to Santiago de Compostella as I did Camino de Santiago, I learned what God truly meant to me.
I had always known that God was part of me and I was part of God. Pushing over the Spanish hills and mountains, sick, sweaty, challenged beyond my strength, I learned that God was at all time present in my life- I learned to see God in the eyes and faces of my fellow piligrims who offered me their water bottles, their words of motivation, their food or money. God for me, you know, is Love.
In 4 days I hitchhiked alone from Spain to Bulgaria. I was alone and profoundly vulnerable, yet I felt no fear. I had unshakable trust in human beings. I knew my Love was my strength, my “weapon”; my tool for change, for advocacy, for exchange. And I was in a process of constant exchange of love, ideas, warmth and kindness which I knew transformed not only me.
There were some rear occasions when people tried to take advantage of my energy in ways I could not appreciate, yet I learned to accept and view them as simply instances of deprivation of what is so important for us, human beings- love and human connection. Nothing could hurt me. I was powerful in my vulnerability.
I came to college trusting that I had nothing to hide, trusting in the community I was being introduced to as I trusted the strangers I met on the highways across Europe, who often went out of their way to help me be safe, hitchiking.
I came to college in the United States of America to learn that women are, indeed, marginalized.
I learned that as a female writer tackling sexuality and polyamory I was inherently making myself a subject of discrimination and sexualization.
What’s worst I found out that people think it’s fair. If I can choose not to write about sexuality, yet I pick the alternative, than I must be searching for it…
There was this point in my second semester… I had even stopped writing my “Love and sexuality” column, which I otherwise saw as an opportunity to share my views and contribute for the diversity of alternatives, of ideas, of philosophies, and even educate, in a way.
My guy friends. My girlfriends. My gay friends. They just all wanted to explore their boundaries. With me. It was sickening.
The idea that people reduced me to just one array of my knowledge and experience was sickening.
It was sickening to see how IT WASN’T ABOUT ME.
It was sickening to realize that in this environment I had to watch out for myself.
When instant gratification is the ultimate aim of a certain body of people, everything translates into sex. Kundalini becomes sex. Love distorts into sex. Intimacy, connection, all of that is lost for the sake of sex.
And yes, I am sex positive, but in my mind, in my life and in my writing sex is only one of many paths to human connection.
I learned that no one goes on dates in college and that if you are “lucky” to go out with someone, then the person will simply assume they have the right to your body by the end of the night as a prize for the extra effort to even take you out…
I learned that relationships are conditional. Relationships work as long as it’s fun, as long as you don’t have to work at it.
I remember being at New York, couchsurfing during Feb break, and just realizing how fearful I’ve become of truly expressing myself and expressing what I am and I’m not comfortable with out of pure fear not to lose any more people…
I learned that I’m “too much”.
And that the ideal relationship in college consist of no more than 3 things: partying, watching Netflix together and having sex.
I learned that both romantic partners and friends alike will not acknowledge my existence once the relationship transforms/ends. That it does not matter how much laughter, tears and secrets we’ve given to each other, people can treat you as an absolute stranger without a blink of the eye.
Do people forget THAT FAST?
How do you sleep next to someone night after night and then treat them as shit?
How do you see your “best friend” you have pushed away and not at least tell them you appreciate them and your past even if you need something else at the moment?
How do you forget that there is another human being in front of you and that the Other is not an inanimate object, but a living being with emotions and feelings just like you?
In my freshman year at college I learned that no matter how present I am, I may still be invisible. That I can hold a “friend”‘s hand as she cries and tells me she’s all alone and I may still not exist.
I learned what it feels like to feel used. I genuinely care about people. I try my best to be available for people. I believe in the power of sharing. I believe human connection can heal even very deep wounds. But as I was listening to people and experiencing their pain with them, I found out people stopped asking: “How are you?”.
I told myself it was me. I must be presenting myself as “strong”, as not needing support. I probably just don’t give people an entry to myself, no matter how open and approachable I see myself, it probably just isn’t enough… But when after a terrible night I went to the counselling center feeling worse than I’ve ever felt (with all my past) and shared that with some people I believed I was connected to, there was nothing… NOTHING.
And we just kept on the conversation…
I have learned a lot in and out of the classroom this year, at college, in the United States of America.
And while I receive full financial aid and don’t really pay anything monetarily, my education is already overpriced.
I have lost so much over this year. It’s been a very high price.
I have not stopped trying to stay true to myself and Be love and Give love, no matter if there’s any return.
It’s been SO hurting. So difficult to see how nothing is working.
For me this is crucial. I learn through my relationships with people. I grow and transform through my putting my love into everything that is important to me.
I can not put aside my heart to educate my brain.
And If I waste my time writing this it is because, apart from helping me stay sane, I still hope there are people out there and on this campus who might share a similar vision with me for an education and a world that does not require you to be either happy or successful and that we can stay grounded in our humanity and make the extra effort to connect and build reationships based on honesty and love and consideration for the other.