I wonder if, by revisiting places of queer erasure, both of the city and my own, and by using movement as a method for storytelling, I could re-map and re-narrate my queer disorientation within Plymouth.
What was I stealing from, then? Why did it feel so right, so pleasing, to simply take the photograph out of the folder I’d been examining, stick it between the pages of my notebook, and then leave with the notebook?
In all of our pocket histories and self- congratulatory palaver about the antiquity of “print” and the triumph of digital forms, we’ve neglected the history of page images.
Incorporating undergraduates into graduate unions, which are already mobilizing student workers on campus, is one potential method for organizing this growing labor force.
Calls for more data and institutional leadership can only do so much: we must also change who holds power in our universities and who is subject to that power.
I found myself constantly assigned to the kitchen, a supposedly naturally shared sphere, where I was to keep other women company and help with what I could. I had none of the requisite skills.