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punk saved my life

Punk saved my life.  It was riot grrl.  Just learning that women like me could scream on a mic, giving voice to our truths.  We can access a wild, loud power.  I didn’t need to learn how to play electric guitar and sweat in front of people, myself.  But knowing other women were doing that… Read More »

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nurturing

Been thinking a lot about nurturing.  What I give, and why–who I choose to support emotionally. quiet For the first half of my life, my goal was to stay quiet and dodge harm.  I was different from the people around me in what I needed, and my differences were not understood and respected.  So my… Read More »

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May Day

“Think about how good you are.  Close your eyes–take a deep breath.  Think how you are fucking amazing, and do so much work, for the world.”  Ming was about to go out to the May Day event to bring tech and street medicine to the people.  “Relax your shoulders.  Ok, smile more.” He was wearing… Read More »

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the five things I need

Being able to have difficult conversations is something I need, in any close relationship.  I’ve been thinking a lot about relationships, the five things I need, non-negotiable. the five things I need mutual respect Respect is like love, but less sparkly.  I need to be seen as pretty much equal to anyone I’m going to… Read More »

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true, kind, and narcolepsy

“Is your cereal good?” I asked Ming. He nodded, his eyes closed, half-asleep. “Talking to you is like talking to a three year old, sometimes,” I said. “Trying to get a little kid to talk. Do you like those blocks? I like those blocks! Do you like the blue one? Which one is your favorite?”… Read More »