Homeless people have the internet in their pockets. Does that seem odd to you? Hollow connectivity think catheter vs… Shelter? Or heat? How did slipping into this ever make sense to ANYone? Oh right. Because those creative, and brave, and pissed off enough to fucking take anything status quo like that on, are traumatized and… Continue reading Tell the apocalype to go fuck itself.
Category: Thoughts
Articulated thoughts about life
I think.
If love is wishing for others what you would wish for yourself, if it is protecting others how you would protect yourself, then love is what I am likely to give in most of my moments, and what I have regarded most with in the past. If do unto others is the basis of love,… Continue reading I think.
My Last Spoon
Inner Voice 1, immediately after taking the first pull in weeks from ther dab rig: “She AGREED to it! How is this NOT her fault?” Inner Voice 2: “You mean it ISN’T our fault all this happened?” Inner Voice 1: “Dude. You warned her about what the fucking cat needed. You told her she was… Continue reading My Last Spoon
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Sometimes I get the urge to talk to you Then I remember That you’re a different person now. I know, because I was the storm That swept Who you were pretending you were Away
ANNIVERSARY: NAME DAY
Every year, google calendar reminds me that June 27th is my Name Day. Unlike my birthday, which is a passive obligation based in celebrating something I had very little to do with, my name day brings me a sense of pride and reverence for myself and the work I have done to actualize my own… Continue reading ANNIVERSARY: NAME DAY
Pies
Huh. Baking pies is fucking messy. Like seriously, the oven is a battlefield. Guts dripped everywhere. It’s a strawberry and rhubarb. Strawberry and rhubarb that I helped harvest today at the farm, and then came home and made a fucking pie out of it. For the filling I used brown sugar, lemon zest/juice, cinnamon, a… Continue reading Pies
A Cart for Your Invisible Horse
I started really chewing on class accessibility issues in my work about 6 months after I moved from the Medical Dental Building downtown, to the Pioneer Building in Pioneer Square. For those who don’t understand Seattle, that’s basically from the hoity toity business and shopping district to the historic bar crawl and stadium area where… Continue reading A Cart for Your Invisible Horse
Gratitude post
Appreciating my community today. I’m connected with some damn fine people. Here’s to you all, the strong vulnerable women, the writers, the musicians, the weirdos, the men whose souls I’ve stolen, or want to steal, the supporters, the appreciators, the activists, the carers, the empathic warriors who see what the fuck is going on. We… Continue reading Gratitude post
There is Nowhere
Just south of Green River, Wyoming One thing that nearly a year on the road has shown me: There is nowhere. There is nowhere to go. There is nowhere to outrun patriarchy. There is nowhere to outrun capitalism. Nowhere to feel safe. Nowhere to feel comfortable. It’s gone, along with my blissful ignorance. Anywhere I… Continue reading There is Nowhere
Full moon in Scorpio
They say the full moon in Scorpio signifies transformation. In particular, they say it will illuminate things that need to be released and let go. They also mention that it probably won’t feel very good. I don’t know about all that. But I do know that I’ve felt like massive shit lately. Like, really, really… Continue reading Full moon in Scorpio