I often talk about anarchy as being a big tent in which we (anarchists) all congregate. I didn’t come up with the metaphor, and will ignore the holy roller revivalist implications of it for the time being. I see the anarchist space as being somewhere where we are all milling about, eyeing each other suspiciously. The Green Anarchists are over in their corner, probably having a drum circle or skinning a caribou or something, but sometimes mingling with the insurrecto-types and the nihilists.
Have you ever felt the need to leave the anarchist milieu behind (or have you more or less already done so?) What makes people (or you) leave or separate themselves from the anarchist milieu? Have you ever taken breaks--and what made you get back into the mix? How did leaving (temporarily or permanently) affect you or the people you know? Is there anything you regret about leaving (e.g. severing ties with friends you wish you hadn't, leaving behind projects that you had invested a lot of time in, moving away from places you liked, etc.)?
I will always believe in “The Revolution”. But I am becoming very frustrated with modern “activist” culture.
First of all, I’m tired of watching people turn into pretentious assholes who think their activism makes them better than everyone else, even those oppressed and marginalized groups with whom they claim “allyship”.
From Seaweed blog
As I’ve said many times, the enemy does not occupy every inch of our lives. There are many fissures in the dominant reality, and places where the patrols and henchmen are few. So we can, if we choose, as individuals or in groups, take advantage of these weaknesses. We dream, we make love, we play, we fight, we speak our minds, we break, we join indigenous traditionalists in their re-occupation camps, we sabotage, we romance, we learn sensual skills, we withdraw and we attack, we analyze, we laugh, we try, we experiment, etc.