Audre Lorde proclaimed in her speech at Harvard University in 1982 that: … there is no such thing as a single-issue struggle because we do not live single-issue lives. Lorde articulated then what would years later come to be called ‘intersectionality’. She understood that sexism is inextricably linked with racism, colorism, classism, casteism, homophobia, transphobia,…
Please note that this post contains references to domestic violence. In the last few years, have you heard the word “intersectionality” thrown around but never gotten quite clear on what it actually means? Perhaps you’ve heard the motto “my feminism will be intersectional or it will be bullshit” (originally proclaimed by Flavia Dzodan) and now…
Disorient is a living and growing resource for intersectional feminist thought, education, and activism created by Dr Helena Liu. It’s born out of a charge to bear witness to these times of explicit violence, following Beth Kamunge, Remi Joseph-Salisbury, and Azeezat Johnson’s call to “work towards changing our fates” in the face of systemic oppression. As the blog progresses,…
The idea for Disorient as a definitive resource for intersectional feminist thought, education, and activism came to me on a cold night in June 2020. Over the next four months, I completed courses on blogging and developed the vision and framework for this site. To document my journey through inspiration, bewilderment, and learning, I’ve decided…
This blog is written in Australia — a settler-colonial state founded on stolen land with the false and racist assertion that it was terra nullius (“no one’s land”). Sovereignty was never ceded. I acknowledge and pay respect to the Traditional Owners of the land on which I write, the Gadigal people of the Eora nation….
Disorient is a living and growing resource for intersectional feminist thought, education, and activism. I believe it has the potential to become a community for all those committed to dismantling interlocking systems of oppression in the world around us. On a deeper level, I created Disorient as a resistive act of hope. My years as…