Hello, reader. Would you like to dance? Do you know that all bodies are valid bodies, fat is ok, and fat people have as much worth as thin people? Maybe you know those ideas theoretically, but I wonder if you know the ideas in your heart. Do you respect fat people similarly to how you… Read More »
Hey, reader. How are you doing? I’ve been thinking about how outrage isn’t action. I notice people around me feeling outraged instead of doing anything. Often words take the place of action, but outrage can take the place of action too. needs Sometimes my dear one will promise me something I want or need. I’ll… Read More »
Hello, reader. How are you doing? I want to tell you that I’ve been harmed by mandated reporting. It’s supposedly helpful to make us all safer. But it’s more of a “cover your ass” so no one gets sued. And it’s a way to disempower people who are have been kicked around enough already. I… Read More »
‘ Hello, reader. How are you doing? I had an autistic freakout this morning. “I’m sorry you’re having a rough day,” my friend texted me, when I mentioned the autistic freakout. It’s nice to have an old friend’s sympathy. He had possibly regained the dignity he lost during a pinball tournament the night before. “I… Read More »
Don’t underestimate Ming. Don’t misunderstand this brilliant, caring person. Just because Ming is humble and disabled, please don’t ignore their generous helpfulness. Don’t let self-aggrandizing, big ego people throw off your sense of what great is. Quiet, calm caring is the real greatness in this world, supporting others and making a better world. If you… Read More »
Hello, reader–how are you doing? Do you know how to pull away in relationship? It’s a skill. Especially in love, I tend to be all or nothing. Moderation is not my gift. So as an adult, I’m learning how to pull away when I get too close, give too much, and commit in ways that… Read More »
Hello, reader. How do you sleep when your thoughts are overwhelming? Saying thank you to my body is a way I soothe my mind. thank you to my body I love you, heart. Thank you for how you feel all these feelings with such bravery, while pumping my blood. Thank you for being the scapegoat… Read More »
This is a letter to a young poet. They might not identify as a poet the way people who make art might not identify as artists. The label sounds like a big deal. But I know a little about who they are and feel qualified to call them poet, artist, visionary, genius, activist, radical, witch. … Read More »
Hello, reader. How are you doing? Do you know who I am? I want to share these mini bios. Long ago, I used to change my one sentence bio on a social media site regularly. They felt like small poems, concentrated and often funny. So I started harvesting them into a document some years ago.… Read More »
“Gaze upon me,” I said to Ming. Ming was still in bed, woken up but on their phone. They looked up at me. “Like me,” I said. “I like you,” Ming said. I was making breakfast–Ming had already taken their first drugs of the day. breakfast “Do you want sweet or savory breakfast?” I’d asked.… Read More »