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confusion price, wry toast, the ofrenda completed

“Is constant confusion the price I pay for authenticity?” I asked Ming. “I don’t know,” he said.  He was waiting to turn right on a red. I told him about a certain person I knew who was never confused, a macho man who had all the answers.  It seemed like it must be nice, to… Read More »

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The Narcoleptic and the Mysterious Lady Rebel Girl at a pride party

I usually don’t like parties, but it was a costume party, and I was excited.  There would be dinner.  It was to thank the people who participated in the UNLV Pride–it was their first Pride.  The radical mental health collective had a table, so I rsvped “two vegetarians.” I imagined a fancy dinner–then I imagined… Read More »