Love is not typically something we think about as political. Some of us think of our families when it comes to love, some think of flowers and chocolate on valentines day, and some think of just spending time with someone who they have a connection with. But love is a much more complicated idea than most of us imagine. It is many-faceted. While we often think of love as a feeling of safety, love can mean going places that you are afraid to visit. It can mean a memory pushed back in time. Love is different for everyone, and it was very interesting to hear the different versions of love from a diverse group during this dinner conversation. The pieces that were performed gave me chills – I had never thought about love in such a context. It was shocking to consider love within the frames of sexism, racism, and classism. To be asked, point blank, if love could truly flourish between a privileged white man and a less privileged woman of color was like being slapped in the face. Most of us are taught that love has no boundaries, and that we should love all – but while most of us nod our heads and say “of course,” we often have preconceptions about each other. And even if those preconceptions are overcome, a whole new obstacle arises in that we are all taught to love in different ways. While in one family to love may be to take care of the rest of the family, in another love may be taught as selfishness. Or at least the appearance of selfishness. This complicated topic really made me think and I am glad I attended.