n. a place or point of meeting; a place where roads or railroads come together
In a world that tells me time and time again that there is no space for me to live out all of my identities simultaneously, that in order to speak up about one of my identities I must forsake another, and that my writing will only be marketable if I limit the amount of intersectionality I portray, this blog serves as a space of opposition.
This blog is also a space of accountability to my truth with all its contradictions, intersections, and messiness. Posts are dedicated to considering the good and bad of my experiences and observations and to challenging the assertion in any form that the multiple layers of my identity must be kept separate and established in a hierarchy.
My name is Angélique. Welcome to my junction.