After too many frustrated seasons at the 3-way intersection of Vegan, Anarchist & Primitivist, I find myself writing this post introducing this blog. Though the light of Layla AbdelRahim is so bright, the fire of my frustration calls for more exploration and growth at this spirited confluence. In a flash flood of a moment I started this blog to vent creative rage energies. My first instinct was to search & repost related works of others to feel out this ether space’s boundaries. (If anyone minds me stealing their stuff, let me know & I’ll take it down.) Now that the flood has slowed, my modern mind’s inspiration is to introduce this blog’s birth.
Like all humanimals, I was born a primitive anarchist. Like most modern humanimals, I first fought the domestication enculturation process internally. At some point I crossed the line to fighting externally, initially lacking conscious awareness of my fight’s deeper drives. This flashes me back to a moment now past statute of limitations eternally imprinted onto some FBI video, likely stored in a dusty box on a shelf in a large warehouse. Wish I could watch it now just for kicks. It’s a video of a meeting getting abruptly, raucously busted up. Everyone scatters except me. I stand there looking stunned, but keep eating at the delicious vegan dessert table while staring at them & their camera in midst of clamor. Sweet memory!
Flashing forward to the beginning of the green scare, some of us humans who had had enough and were inspired to act found one another. We all coincidentally happened to be female in biology, bisexual/lesbian/trans, anarchist, atheist and vegan, mixed in race. We were a group of 6.5 (one part-timer in agreement but involved more for reasons of sensuality), just the right size. At first we wanted to be bold and brave and in-your-face, naming ourselves Feminist Eco-Terrorists. We wanted to tease & taunt, always leaving them one step behind eating our dust. But after some discussion and calming down from the rush of our honeymoon, the saner of us made a simple yet persuasive argument to go the opposite direction, keep it discreet. We called ourselves FeVeR: Feminist Vegan Radicals. It was a scary yet exciting time, and there was much work to be done. But too soon we let our hormones create an internal group scandal with the part-timer that dissolved the group. Not that I’d say if we did, but we never actually broke a government law.
I decided it’s best to either go solo or just hang low for a while. During limbo hang low I joined in some forest restoration work parties. Bunch of eco-liberals, yeah, but as much as I loathed their politics, they opened my eyes and taught me much. I quickly & sadly realized that when techno-society collapses, what remains of wild places will need humans to work on undoing the eco-disaster we’ve set in motion, otherwise there will be no chance for a diverse, thriving biota. Just as our species needs to relearn primitive skills and pass them down through generations to take our species into the future, so too we need to learn and pass on knowledge and skills in rewilding Earth for ourselves and others to have a wild place to call home. Hence the central theme of this blog.
The confluence of Vegan, Anarchist and Primitivist is recently formed, or likely reforming yet again. Most material is drawn from upshore tributary riverbanks, so not everything will feel like it perfectly fits. Feel free to bear with it, take what you want & leave the rest. Or feel free to contribute your thoughts in a spirit of mutual aid or just plain mucky critique. I can’t honestly tell you where this writing journey on this theme is going, or how long it will last, or who we’ll meet along the way, or if we’ll venture off path. It’s a place I’ve dreamed of, heard tale of, passed through, but never explored down on my hands & knees before. We’ll just have to see as we go. Hope you enjoy the stroll!