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September prayer requests

Hey, here are my September prayer requests, if you would like to pray along.  Thank you for your love and any prayer you can spare. These requests are pretty similar to last month’s.  I’m still looking for new ways to ask for help, that work for me, and don’t just stress me more. September prayer… Read More »

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hearing voices

My curious friend asked about my voices.  He wants to know what they sound like, are they nice or mean, genders, languages.  I searched my own blog for hearing voices and came up with some cool posts, but nothing giving a real overview. I’m crazy and disabled, love and accept myself unconditionally, and have a… Read More »

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ears

“Can you do me a favor and grow your ears really big so they turn into wings?  And then I can climb on your back, and we could fly around?” I asked Ming. “Sure,” he said. We were lying in bed–I was touching his ear and making it flap like a wing.  His ears are… Read More »

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birthday realized

My birthday realized was very well-celebrated yesterday and with friends the previous days.  Can I show you some pictures? We did an easy ritual.  Prayer, brownie nut cake as is our tradition, flowers, gifts from friends, I opened the birthday mail, read aloud the poems written for me.  It was a brilliant love fest, though… Read More »

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choice

Sometimes people praise me for something I do, and I thank them.  But sometimes I want to say urgently, “I had no choice.  I could do that, or I could die.” I hear people complain about society not validating their needs and choice, and I’m like, “Why are you still waiting for society to validate… Read More »

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the kind of fun where you cry a lot

“Will you be extra gentle with me and give me extra hugs today and let me need you more?” I asked Ming. “Yes,” he said. “Thank you!” I said.  I was crying on his back as he was waking up.  We were lying in bed, and I was getting his shoulder wet with tears. If… Read More »

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why I do anything

Oh hey, I’ve been thinking why I do anything.  Mostly why I write, make zines, rap, make arts.  People ask me, and I might tell them a lovely reason from my possible reason bouquet: to connect, communicate, share my inner world to the outer world, speak new truths, contribute to the broadening of what’s acceptable. … Read More »

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headphone blooms

Oh hey, gmorning.  How are you doing?  I made a new art.  It’s called headphone blooms. I’m smiling because I love how I put white and pink craft paint over the words of the thank you note, and the blue ink got free and swirled in with the pink.  That was such a joyous surprise.… Read More »

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weed

I wanted to add about sedation and weed that it’s not about purity, for me.  I don’t believe in purity–the whole idea creeps me out, like some kind of yuck Hitler eugenics shit.  No way.  I’m not pure and don’t aspire to be. Some people are like that, being vegetarian, vegan, or anti-sex.  I see… Read More »

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sedation

Sometimes I like a little sedation, when I’m too up and need help calming down.  It helps to curtail a problem–it’s important that I don’t get really too up, which can be a hypomanic issue. A friend mentioned he needs to quit smoking weed.  I don’t like weed or alcohol, and it’s expensive.  So by… Read More »