Walk Y’all Through the Steps

I’m a walk y’all through the twelve steps — for realz!

Step one: Admitting we are powerless over this shit and that our lives have become unmanageable.

I get the sense a lot o’ y’all come to realize y’all been addicted to life the way it is now, even though that shit has become unruly AF. Not only have you lost control of your own peace of mind and joy, but you standing by while the planet is falling apart around you. You ready to bring some magick up into your shit, but you don’t think you got that in you. You don’t think you got what is needed to make any kind o’ change. You feel powerless against the giant ass machine that is this system—that is life.

It can sting like fuck to get told anything about yourself. I’m not trying to tell you shit. This is about you or it ain’t. If it ain’t about you, you prolly appreciate a tool you can share with friends. You obviously done some work on yourself and know how valuable that shit can be. If you don’t know what the fuck I’m talking about, I suggest you keep going. Chances are you got something to gain.

If you are one of the many who feel like things are out of control and you ready for some peace o’ mind, buckle up and be ready to stick with this over the next little while (a couple weeks). You may already be ahead of the game and know you are powerless. You may also be holding on to the idea that you the one in charge. You hold onto it like a person who gotta pee will not give up before they find that place where they can relieve themself respectfully. Only when the body says “fuck it” will you face your shame and pee your pants.

Taking step one is like pissing in your pants. There’s no denying your humanity, your smallness, and humility in the face of the universe. There’s also something liberating about peeing on yourself. You realize that embarrassment and shame ain’t lethal like you might o’ thought. You even realize what kindness looks like as some of the people witness you, dripping urine as you go, show compassion. You also realize anybody who would mock you, ain’t worth shame.

Whoever you’ve been up to now, that mold got made before you were born. It took a lot of people to turn you into you. It’s gonna take a lot more than you to become somebody else. It’s gonna take a miracle. Fortunately miracles happen everyday. I am living proof of that. Give up the idea that you’re in this alone, that you’re in charge and that you can manage this on your own.

Pink Flowers

Pink Flowers is a Black trans artist, peacemaker, educator, and pleasure activist whose work lives at the intersection of embodiment, governance, and cultural transformation. Trained in Theater of the Oppressed, Art of Hosting, and Navajo-informed Peacemaking practices, Pink designs spaces where conflict can be addressed, power can be examined, and joy can be reclaimed.

Her artistic and pedagogical practice draws from African trickster cosmology, Brazilian Joker traditions, shamanic ritual, and cooperative economics. She is the founder of the award-winning Falconworks Theater Company (2005–2021), which used popular theater to build civic capacity and participatory leadership in historically marginalized communities.

Pink served for over five years as a trained Peacemaker in the Red Hook Community Justice Center in Brooklyn, facilitating restorative processes within the New York City court system. From 2015–2018, she worked in cooperative business development with the Center for Family Life, supporting worker-owned enterprises in immigrant communities.

She currently serves as Director of Education and Training for the Inter-Cooperative Council in Ann Arbor, where she leads leadership development and conflict engagement initiatives. Her work has been presented nationally and internationally, including at the Stretch Festival in Berlin and the Pedagogy and Theatre of the Oppressed Conference.

Across ritual, performance, mediation, and institutional design, Pink’s work asks a central question:

What becomes possible when we refuse shame and choose conscious power instead?

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