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tunnels

Oh hey, we stopped by the goddess temple and ran into a friend.  We talked to her and her dogs.  Then we continued northwest on the 95 to Mercury and visited the culvert tunnels. These tunnels for a long time have been a special place for art by activists.  I like to go there and… Read More »

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vulnerable is

Hey, I’ve been thinking about what vulnerable is.  Maybe I use the word differently than other people.  Ming asked me what I meant by vulnerable, during a conversation we were having about sex and feelings, and recently someone else asked me the same. Vulnerable is my whole life’s goal.   It’s part of honesty, intimacy, and… Read More »

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I am not brave

There’s this amazing music I’ve been listening to lately.  It’s by Rural Internet–the album is called escape room.  My favorite song is “I am not brave.”  I’m only three songs deep into the album, but I keep listening to them over and over, these past few weeks. I played them for Ming as we drove… Read More »

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respect

Respect was a huge struggle at the beginning of me and Ming’s relationship.  I need to feel respected in order to feel safe enough to be close to someone and do relationship.  Ming has issues with language, and the respect was secret inside him.  He needed to learn how to express it so I could… Read More »

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day of the dead

Like previous years, Ming is helping paint ofrendas in preparation for the Winchester cultural center Day of the Dead festivities.  He paints at our friend T’s house.  They will paint through November first–please get in touch, if you would like to help. Please note that it’s not a sober environment.  Alcohol is consumed by others,… Read More »

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heavy

Hey, I would like to express a preference to you.  It’s that you don’t use heavy to mean bad.  I don’t want to be language policey, but it hurts me.  Thanks for considering. Heavy can be really good, like me.  This is my body–I love my body, and if you don’t, that’s ok.  But please… Read More »

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snail poem

There’s a poem I taught long ago, when I taught university, that blew the minds of my poetry students.  Was I a jerk, to assign this poem?  Who knows.  Well, you couldn’t say it was boring.  I think of it as the snail poem, but it’s actually “The Connoisseuse of Slugs” by Sharon Olds. If… Read More »

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amazing ritual

We did an amazing ritual the other night.  It was the night of the day we went to Gilcrease for pumpkin picking with UU friends.  I didn’t actually pick a pumpkin, but Ming did.  Here’s me holding his pumpkin by the car. I roamed the place by myself, for a satisfying morning walk.  Felt good… Read More »

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fat folks tarot

Oh hey, something exciting happened.  My good friend Ariel said I can use her name in my blog.  Wow!  Thank you, Ariel.  Another exciting thing is my Fat Folks Tarot deck arrived, a gift from two good friends who live elsewhere.  What a supportive, kind gift to nourish my well-being.  I was so happy.  I… Read More »

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my body

“There must be something normal about my body.  I just gotta find what it is,” I told Ming.  I was laughing. “I’m a pretty normal height,” I said.  “I really like my height!”  Ponder ponder ponder.  “My eyes!  Brown is a normal eye color, right?”  Ponder ponder. I considered my fingernails.  Nope, they are strangely… Read More »