Refusal/s

My refusal was quite a messy thing... it was a bodily knowing, deep in my chest that no matter what medium I would use unless it was ephemeral it would recenter whiteness. However, the supervisor I had seemed to be the same man different name. I suppose it was a part of my own shedding, choosing me over any status or authority. Forgoing white women's complicity. And proximity to whiteness.