I fell in love with the desert, activism, and Ming all at the same time. It was a Sacred Peace Walk, here in Nevada, two years before we moved here. Spirituality in activism is important to me. Recently I read this essay Activism as Spirituality that spoke some truths that are important to me. Please… Read More »
Protein helps me feel more resilient. My moods get less all over the place. So I’m trying to eat more protein, but that isn’t always easy. I’m mostly a vegetarian and gravitate toward carbs, fats, and veg. I don’t like protein powder–I would rather eat more what feels like real food. Not to be rude… Read More »
Race, Gender, and Anarchist Cultural Politics is a cool panel I saw online over zoom. There were three speakers speaking some truth of their expertise. I learned a lot–something about anarchist propaganda in the Caribbean up to 1920, then some Spanish writers who were women, and also a little about Love & Rage, which was… Read More »
A friend mentioned saneism, a word I don’t usually use because sane and insane don’t make a lot of sense to me. But I like the naming of the idea of saneism. Yes, I see it–discrimination, hate, lack of respect, and over-simplifying of people such as myself all the time. crazy camp The conventional belief… Read More »
Self-hate as motivation has never worked, for me. For anything, that I can recall. I made a video of myself dancing, which I’d never done before. It was partially in response to a youtube troll saying something mean to me about my body. When I read his mean comment, I thought of some snappy comebacks… Read More »
Hey, I’m late to the virtual zine fest. I guess I’m the punk kid on a blanket on the grass outside the building, selling my zines until security tells me to skeedaddle. Causing ethical distress to passers by. Tense, fraught ruminations: “I want to support the zine fest! I’m nuts about zines! What do the… Read More »
“Uuugh! Uuuuugh! Jeeze, who needs weightlifting when you have cabbage?” I asked Ming. I was in the kitchen, asking a free cabbage to submit to my will, to be sliced by my biggest knife, into the colander. “There’s a lot of cabbage in a cabbage,” I told Ming. “That’s my wisdom for you today.” He… Read More »
“What do you mean, it was dysfunctional! As long as you did exactly what she said, exactly how she said to do it, everything was fine!” We laughed, talking about happy community, reminiscing. Yes, those were the days. daydreaming I was daydreaming about other futures. We were thinking about where it would be best to… Read More »
“I don’t want to upset him, like the white fragility thing. But then I also don’t want to avoid upsetting him because he’s a white guy.” Ming was pondering a choice to make, about how to respond to a friend’s request that was racially inappropriate. “Yeah, I hear ya,” I said. “But you don’t have… Read More »
A friend did harm reduction needle exchange in the Central Valley of California. I enjoyed seeing this video of his work there. I’d heard of needle exchange but didn’t know much about it. This video helped me learn a little about the materials given and collected, that it could happen in a park, how police… Read More »