“Yeah, I told him you played oboe,” Ming said. We were talking in the kitchen, and I was prepping veg. Paused at the cutting board, I waited for Ming’s acknowledgement of the joke, to share humor. A few seconds passed, I realized it wasn’t a joke, and my jocular emotion turned to stark horror. “You… Read More »
Hello, reader. How’s things? I was talking to a new friend yesterday. Lately I’ve been meeting trans, queer, disabled, and crazy people I like. I realized that in conversation, new folx who don’t know me yet are often wrong about what I’m actually thinking. They guess wrong because they don’t have much to go on. … Read More »
“If you were a bakery item, what would you be?” I asked Ming. We were lying in bed, cuddling. “A what?” Ming asked. “A bakery item,” I repeated. “I would be the blender,” Ming said. “The blender!” I said. “You like ripping everything apart?” “I like mixing everything together into a wonderful combination,” Ming said.… 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 »
“Thank you for the 90 ways you’re patient with me,” I told Ming. I have been somewhat out of my mind lately. “You’re welcome,” Ming said. “What about me?” I asked. “Was I ever patient with you?” “I’ve lost count,” Ming said. dinner I was frying some veggie sausages as we had this conversation. Ming… Read More »
“Tell me these aren’t the only pickles you bought,” I asked Ming, noticing some bread and butter pickles in the fridge. “No,” he said. “Ah, so you got some dill pickles,” I said. “Yes,” Ming said. “US pickles. I looked hard for those.” “Oh crap. By US pickles, I meant not like Indian pickle,” I… Read More »
“Yeah, that guy is the ED,” Ming said. “The executive director.” “Oh,” I said. “I thought you meant the erectile dysfunction.” We laughed. Yes, powerful people who perform class in yuck ways, believe in business models, and think they deserve more money than other people destroy my erections, personally. I used to have to pass… Read More »
Hello, reader. How are you doing? Here are some funny conversations lately. needs “I want to go to the desert–I need the desert,” I told Ming. “But at the same time, I never want to be in the desert again.” We were driving near McKenzie River for some nature time, near the place we picked… Read More »
“The defrosting shrimp are downstairs being guarded by the roving roommate’s cat. The cat is holding a Triton,” Ming told me. This was a weird conversation that Ming found important, meaningful, or funny enough to email me about. Like he wanted me to write a blog post about it. So here we go. How are… Read More »
“It’s ok if we can’t find it. Gender was always optional, for me,” I told Ming. We were looking for Gender Dr. Oregon coast Lately we’re housesitting on the Oregon coast–I mentioned it in a previous post. Wow, how fortunate we are. The air is clean, and the temperatures are easy. I love the fog… Read More »