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Jodi Tilton, One of The Womyn The World Requires: Collected Writings & Memories
Jodi Tilton, One of The Womyn The World Requires: Collected Writings & Memories
Jodi Tilton
allow ones own to grieve, still burns our
hearts. As a response we offer this to
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Cover Artwork:
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6 A Biography
35 A Tribute
Kate Wadkins
Beth Puma
61 Craig-Jesse Hughes
Conor Cash
Paul Cash
Jodi Tilton,
One of the Womyn the World Requires
It has been nearly two years since our friend and com-
rade Jodi passed away. There are times when we can
sit back and laugh at the moments that we shared
with her, far too few in the greater timeline of our
lives. There are others when the pain of her loss to
our lives and community is still too much to bare.
A Collection of Materials
Jodi Tilton, One of the Womyn the World Requires: Collected
Writings and Memories is a collection of biographies, stories,
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reflections, tributes, poems and other materials for, about
and around Jodi together as a depository of active memory.
Acknowledgements
The editors would like to thank all those who contributed
to this collection. We know that the this type of writing
– the kind that touches upon the nerves of memories and
mourning, of solidarity and sorrow – is not easy, but we
insist that this is the type of writing that provides sup-
port. We would like to thank Paul Cash for commissioning
the Cristy C. Road piece that is the cover to this collection
and adorns many of our walls; as well as Jodi’s family for
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providing us their support and links to Jodi’s past. Finally
the editors would like to thank Eberhardt Press for offer-
ing their expertise and guidance in addition to printing.
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Jodi Tilton: A Biography
Jodi was a friend to both of us. When she died our worlds
changed. Since that day, just over a year ago now, the par-
ticipants in the community that we shared with her have
had ongoing discussions – one on one, and at points col-
lectively – about mourning, about keeping Jodi’s memory
alive and about keeping her personality flowing through
our everyday thoughts and actions. When the idea for a
third Big She Bang came up we discussed writing this piece
as a way to more thoroughly weave Jodi into the event, and
as a way to create a piece documenting a womyn’s life – a
document to visit and be reminded and inspired by. We
hope it accomplishes both of those goals.
In solidarity,
Like all the very best people, Jodi was there in good times
and bad – when I needed to cry and curse my lot and when
we could laugh and love the fortune life could bring. Jodi’s
support and friendship meant/means more to me than I
could ever possibly put into words. I love and miss her very
dearly. – Ben
Jodi’s mother pointed out that she was a “Very very cute
kid, she wasn’t shy. She was very sweet. She was very out-
ward as child. Adults absolutely loved her.” Jodi would al-
ways wiggle her way to the front of a group photo. Because
of this photogenic-ness, Mrs. Tilton took Jodi to auditions
for commercials in New York City. Although she never
made the final cut, Jodi came very close to scoring a role
in a Band-Aid commercial in the first grade. After many
years of friendship with Jodi she might have shared this
secret with you, how she was almost a child actress. Her
only real memories of it were getting out of school early.
When she was 19, Jodi began to date a young man named
Conrad who played bass in the band Encrypt Manuscript.
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The two, both avid readers, would exchange copies of their
favorite short stories. It was a short relationship, span-
ning only four months, but it had a lasting impact on Jodi.
Jodi and Conrad broke up right before she embarked on a
month long adventure through Europe with Dave. This
trip was important for her, as she loved to travel immerse
herself in ways of living that differed from the Long Island
experience.
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Taking Care of Business and Forging New Bonds:
Long Island Freespace and the Long Island Womyn’s
Collective
Beth and I went to First Saturday at the Brooklyn museum
last weekend and it was amazing. It was centered around
the opening of the new feminist art wing which was so in-
spiring and awesome. The Willie Mae Rock Camp for girls
played a show, and Beth and I are volunteering this sum-
mer at camp.Totally looking forward to doing that. We’re
going to work on some kind of workshop for the girls at
camp. We’ll see. Oh yeah, Jensen got a job teaching at Pratt!
So now Theresa, Gaia, Gabby, and Chris are all moving to
Brooklyn. I’m beyond excited for him to be close by! – an
email from Jodi, April, 2007
Jodi did the planning, she did the grunt work and during
that year she was the key motivational force. Along with
the others who had been or became involved, Jodi forged
some of the most solid bonds of her life around Freespace.
Bryan, a core-Freespace organizer and a friend who she
met through the project, explained: “Jodi’s participation
was both important for the project and also showed that
the project worked. She was someone that kind of came out
of nowhere, kind of like myself.” Bryan, continued: “What I
mean by that is not really having too direct of a connection
to the people involved at first, but having the courage to
get involved and being a very important part of the project.
She devoted so much time to the work she was interested
in seeing done and also supporting other people’s endeav-
ors at the space.”
Good friend.
Prospect Park, Brooklyn. Summer of 2007: We were hav-
ing a picnic to celebrate Jodi’s 23rd birthday, which as al-
ways, involved a massive amount of food and Kevin mak-
ing an ass of himself. In this instance Meter was refusing
to reveal where he had purchased the famed “Foodswing’s
Vegan Buffalo Wings” in bulk for the BBQ. He was finding
joy in keeping it from everyone else. Amidst the laughter,
I noticed Jodi seemed to be staring at me pretty intensely
with a smirk on her face. I couldn’t for the life of me figure
out what she was looking at and she wouldn’t give even
the slightest hint as to what was so funny. The evening
came and a few of us ended up back at her apartment. At
one point Jodi and I ended up alone in the kitchen, it was
then that she burst out laughing. Despite my best efforts
to hide them, she had noticed the waist band of my boxer
shorts. I hadn’t done laundry that week and was forced to
wear a pair of rarely used “Playboy Bunny” boxer shorts
I had gotten as a gag one year for my birthday. She then
revealed how tempted she was to out me in front of every-
one for wearing something so silly and trying to hide it.
My terrible posture means my shirt rides up in the back
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and my boxers are usually visible. In her compassion and
understanding of how painfully easy it is to embarrass me,
she spared me that time. But definitely took the opportu-
nity to give me some well deserved shit for wearing silly
underwear when no one else was around. I think of this as
something important because in the moments I feel myself
falling into despair over her leaving us far to soon, I look
at a pair of silly boxer shorts and remember a friend who
knew me well enough not to make fun, at least not in pub-
lic.” -Paul
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Lover of vegan sweets.
We just had tried to go see someone play at Cakeshop base-
ment. It was during the week, and the show as three hours
behind schedule. We finally gave up on seeing the show
and went upstairs for some vegan cake. We both bought a
slice of vegan oreo cake and went to sit down. We dove our
forks into our respective pieces, but we both began to grum-
ble about how Atlas Cafe (another source of vegan sweets
in lower Manhattan) provided a wider variety and bigger
piece of cake then Cake Shop. We continued to grumble
like two old ladies, when we both casually glanced at the
two women who just sat down at the next table. They were
sharing a tiny cupcake together. We both glanced back at
each other and burst out laughing. -Beth
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Jodi Tilton: A Tribute
David:
Christine:
Jodi was active in the arts but always took on a new hobby
and a new favorite craft that she would study and share
with whomever was willing to listen. It was in my par-
ent’s basement where we spent many isolated summer
nights tearing up fabrics and creating new accessories to
sell within our community. She learned through persis-
tent trial and error that’s effects can still be seen all over
the basement floor. Though Jodi would laugh if she heard
me say this, she held many of the characteristics of an in-
dependent young entrepreneur and geared our crafting to-
wards more of a business adventure.
She truly was the fire beneath me and the one responsible
for opening my eyes to a world of unfamiliar and exotic
things in life. Jodi was always one step with me and one
step ahead of me whizzing through new ideas and projects
she mentally started organizing. She put so much faith in
me as a friend and as her counterpart that it kept me alert
and on my toes, always ready to absorb some new informa-
tion she had to share.
Beth:
She attached the project, along with any project she was
involved in with an ardent desire for a more just world.
She never simply sat around and wished for things to get
better. Through coordinating workshops geared to empow-
er young womyn through art, music, education with the
Long Island Womyn’s Collective or simply making peanut
and butter jelly sandwiches for the hungry with the Pea-
nut Butter and Jelly Club she invested her whole self into
a project. She dedicated much sweat and many tears while
laboring what she loved. She carved for herself and her
community around her the change she wanted to see.
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Jodi Tilton: A Life
As a Character
As a Partner
Our hearts were both jagged edges, and this is where our
story began.
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Even when we continued our relationship clandestinely we
would rendezvous at Prospect Park, on the hill behind the
ball fields. We would picnic and while we would always
meet with our bikes, we rarely rode. It seemed that we al-
ways got lost in conversation and it would be dark before
we wheeled our bikes home. It is in these moments as the
sun went down, with that look that she would give me,
that those jagged edges found their counterparts and fit
together.
As a Friend
If she could hear me now all I would say is this: I love you
dearly, and I will never say goodbye.
This sketch, story, and letter are not examples for their
own right, but rather elements of a life – a life that needs
to be carried out into the world. Each of us carries these el-
ements of Jodi with us: some of us as a character, others a
partner, all of us as friends. The task before us is to figure
out how the moments we have shared with Jodi and the el-
ements of her sketched here exist in our own lives. How do
they change us? How do we continue to live with her dur-
ing the course of our lives? How do we challenge ourselves,
and each other, around these elements and give a life to
them? How do these moments we share with Jodi become
part of our ‘forever’? How do we live like Jodi did; how do
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we come to the world to challenge it and change it?
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Weapons Against Forgetting:
An Open Letter Among Friends On the
Year Anniversary of Jodi Tilton’s Passing
into the Unknown
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These memories and thoughts summarized in four parts
below are entirely subjective. They are mine and mine
alone.
Jodi had a voice that would occupy space, one that would
leave the corners of her mouth and wander along the edges
of a room. This would surprise anyone encountering her for
the first time: that such a bellow – that such sharp wit and
clear notions – would arise from her short stature. Jodi
Tilton occupied a different frequency, a positive nature, a
depth, and a conversational ability tied to a subtle shyness.
As she breathed in she brought the world in with her.
In so many ways she had so much life still left to live. What
she was becoming can only be suggested by looking at her
recent developments and accomplishments: graduating
college, learning to love biking, becoming ‘political,’ devel-
oping new friendships, obtaining her first apartment and
a full time position. She was finding her way through this
life until illness cut it short. Though there were times that
her illness caused her great distress and discomfort, she
would not allow it to prevent her from participating in the
life activities that she enjoyed.
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Katie Wadkins from the Big-She Bang
Publicly Grieving
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I think of her when I went for blood Thursday, for some
health things I am trying to iron out. My arm on the chair,
the nurse tying that smelly rubber band around me to
watch my veins come to the surface. This moment will for-
ever remind me of my last days with Jodi. I remember so
vividly one Friday night while she was in the hospital. It
had to be 11 o clock at night, visiting hours long over, but
nobody seemed to mind. I sat with my mask on (they still
thought we had to wear masks at that point) as a tiny preg-
nant nurse tried to replace her IV. She kept saying “such
tiny veins....I wish I could give you one of mine.” I remem-
ber telling her, you could have one of mine too....look how
fat they are. So when my nurse on Thursday said, oh you
have large veins...it just reaffirms what I said to her that
night.
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Craig-Jesse Hughes:
Others Parts of That Week
4pm: Conor called to say that Jodi had seized; it was time
to fly back home to New York.
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I thought back to the years I worked in an Emergency
Room and tried to remember what that process looked like.
Being 3,000 miles away made me feel helpless, but it also
made me feel unaware.
I had talked to Jodi just the day prior. She said she felt
better.
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I got back into bed. I stared at the white ceiling.
During the two years between our initial meeting and her
death, Jodi had become a regular in my life due to her close
relations with my closest friends. We had only become clos-
er friends in the months before her death.
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It’s nearly a month since she passed. Her death strikes me
intermittently. I’ll wake up feeling an awkward loneliness;
an overwhelming and acute sadness that Jodi isn’t waking
up that day as well. It feels like a shot of emptiness and
then it disappears.
I feel sad, and I feel angry. She had just turned 23.
Following Jodi’s death, for the first time since she had
passed, Conor emailed some of us who had been through
the previous week together. One of his statements really
stuck with me: “…all of us together remind me that another
world is indeed possible. In our best moments we carry its
image on our shoulders, sometimes like a victorious friend
aloft and sometimes like a dear dead friend.”
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We had all forgotten it, to some degree, since his trial.
The tragedy of Jodi’s death helped us all to remember the
real, tangible parts of the community that she’d become so
intertwined within – what it was capable of, and what it
meant to us. That community is something Jodi believed
in and practiced all along: even when many of us, myself
included, became overwhelmed, became petty, forgot, or let
distance and time interrupt.
We’re left with her memory and the inspiration and cre-
ativity she left us. But we’re also left with the reminder
that we need to build a new world, that it’s possible, but it
won’t be the boring old red and black – it’ll be flamboyant
colors, and sarcasm combined with “tote bags filled with
nails” for dealing the fucking assholes. It won’t be made
up of rigid ideologies, but of radical solidarities, practical
and sustained forms of friendship and communities that go
beyond mere rhetoric.
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Conor Cash: Reflection
I did not get much time to sit beside her. Crying is diffi-
cult in the presence of others, and I wanted to sing for her,
something she would think was funny, maybe “Living on a
Prayer”, in the hopes that somewhere deep inside her brain
she would recognize the song, and some astral self would
laugh. Or “Turning Towards the Morning”, the chorus of
which is “oh my Joanie don’t you know/ that the stars are
swinging low/ and the seas are rolling easy as they did so
long ago/ and if I had a thing to give you/ I would tell you
one more time/ that the world is always turning towards
the morning.” Of course Joanie would become Jodi.
Jodi- I will miss you forever and love you for always. I will
do my best to learn from your example and from here out,
will join in the preservation of your memory.
There are things I would love to tell you, some
that you would find disappointing, others that
would make you proud, and I would hope, all
of which would make you laugh. Life isn’t the
same without you, and that’s only fair.
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Paul Cash: The Playground
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Additional Projects in
Memory of Jodi Tilton
Jodi Tilton: A Biography
A collective biography of Long Island
Womyn’s Collective member and dear
friend Jodi Tilton. Friends and fam-
ily share stories, memories, and the
history of her life as a way to explore
and document what she meant to her
community, and to keep her memory
alive. From her love of vegan sweets
to balancing her first ”grown up job”
with her devotion to feminist organiz-
ing, the zine represents a space where
the reader can visit and celebrate
what made Jodi so special.
Jodi Tilton
allow ones own to grieve, still burns our
hearts. As a response we offer this to