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unfitforsociety) wrote2010-04-29 01:56 pm
unfitforsociety) wrote2010-04-29 01:56 pm
dizzy golden, dancing green
Star Trek Reboot
How To Write Letters Home to Your Sisters (Notes) by![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
danahid
You try to describe Gaila, how when she laughs, her freckled nose wrinkles; how the early morning sunlight bounces off her red curls; how her skin glows green with health. You try to convey just how loud Gaila is when she sings "My Baby Just Cares For Me" at the top of her lungs. She is so loud that she drowns out Nina Simone, you tell your sisters. Despite your best efforts, you are sure that your descriptions don't do Gaila justice. Your sisters can't possibly understand from your paltry words that Gaila is gusts and storms of being, that she lives every minute of every day with joy and truth. They can't understand that when Gaila invites you to dance with her, she teaches you things your instructors only know in the abstract. Because you're a good big sister, you keep trying to explain. You look up synonyms and draw pictures. In the end, you write: Freedom isn't just a word. It's a way of being. Beautiful story of the letters Uhura writes home to her sisters.
Women's Revolutionary Law bymerisunshine36
*sniffle* Lovely look at Gaila growing up, with the sister who took care of her. Nice evocation of what being sisters feels like.
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How To Write Letters Home to Your Sisters (Notes) by
danahidYou try to describe Gaila, how when she laughs, her freckled nose wrinkles; how the early morning sunlight bounces off her red curls; how her skin glows green with health. You try to convey just how loud Gaila is when she sings "My Baby Just Cares For Me" at the top of her lungs. She is so loud that she drowns out Nina Simone, you tell your sisters. Despite your best efforts, you are sure that your descriptions don't do Gaila justice. Your sisters can't possibly understand from your paltry words that Gaila is gusts and storms of being, that she lives every minute of every day with joy and truth. They can't understand that when Gaila invites you to dance with her, she teaches you things your instructors only know in the abstract. Because you're a good big sister, you keep trying to explain. You look up synonyms and draw pictures. In the end, you write: Freedom isn't just a word. It's a way of being. Beautiful story of the letters Uhura writes home to her sisters.
Women's Revolutionary Law by
merisunshine36*sniffle* Lovely look at Gaila growing up, with the sister who took care of her. Nice evocation of what being sisters feels like.
~*~