In case you’re looking for a sign. I belong here.
That one is about community and emotional pain. It could also be about palbearing or moving house. Or installing a washing machine or some shit.
It’s fun to make signs, and my friend I mailed one to put it on her bathroom mirror. She posted a photo on instagram. I felt cared for and special, like maybe I can help.
My friend’s sign was like this one. These ideas are really important to me.
Today my damie and I will carve pumpkins, witch style. I’ll ask Ming to take a picture.
Besides that, my only Halloween plan really is to attend a fat dance over zoom, with my fat peeps. We plan to jiggle a lot. fatrose.org
Last year my costume was Mysterious Lady; I sang karaoke for the first time. It was Rebel Girl by Bikini Kill. It was a zine thing at the university. That was my first time screaming on mic–I must say, I enjoyed it. “I taste the revolution” is what I screamed.
This year I think I’ll be a slightly different Mysterious Lady. I was thinking maybe Lace Lady. Not sure that’s a legit Halloween costume, but these are drastic times! Maybe I’ll be Mysterious Strawberry Lady. We’ll see.
Vegetable Liberation Front
Yesterday I found three organic zucchini in the free box, which delighted me. It was more of a free pile, this time, but I’m well-trained by now.
I had asked Ming to buy me zucchini the day before, but the store was out of zucchini. So this was like a gift from Mother God. Squash miracle! Right now asparagus is my favorite veg, but zucchini is up there.
I decided I should ask for more extreme things, next time. Tree collard forest, pineapple farm, 20 pounds of great northern beans, and a bushel of apricots are what I came up with so far. What would you ask for?
My friend taught me the phrase Vegetable Liberation Front, which seriously delights me. I like the play on Animal Liberation Front. It sounds like a shoplifting operation! Or sneak attacking ag fields in the night, which is done, at times.
I have a story about cherimoya theft that might raise an eyebrow. I didn’t do it–no way. Somebody else. But I come from that place. Your strawberries might have been grown in my homeland. Likely, yep.
I belong there, but also I belong here. Feeling grateful for multiple possible locations.