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please dance

Hello, reader. How are you doing? It’s ok if you don’t like to dance. But thank you for supporting the people who do. Dance is healing for many of us, and I invite you to join us if you’re local to the Eugene area. Please dance if that’s something you’d like to do. Our next… Read More »

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never too late to dance

Hello, reader. How’s life? It’s never too late to dance. I’m sorry if I didn’t invite you to the next zoom dance. It’s this afternoon, and it’s free. I would love to move with you. Here’s the link. There’s some text I wrote to go with the flier on a local big activist texting thread… Read More »

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would you like to dance?

Hello, reader. Would you like to dance… in the revolution? We had a great time at the park Saturday doing the Transqueer Fat Disabled Dance of Eugene. We’ve been going for more than a year now! Let me show you some pictures. I love the sign that says dance it like you mean it. Our… Read More »

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the snake is sad

The snake is sad about old guard community kings who don’t see queer transness as important to the human experience. They will acknowledge in an official way that queer trans people matter, as they center themselves over and over again. The old guard community kings are impressed by a slick professionalism that anarchist kids like… Read More »

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life updates: parsnips, art, and madness

Hello, reader. How are you doing? I have a few life updates to give you. First of all, I hate parsnips. I think they taste weird, like the texture and the flavor don’t go together. It’s a bold move, but I’m ready to come out as a no parsnip person. They show up at the… Read More »

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plant some seeds

“Do you dare me to plant some seeds right here?” I asked Ming. We were at the rose garden– Ming was eating a roasted duck they’d just bought at the Asian grocery store. They like eating ducks these days. We were sitting on those benches by the archways. I was trying to soak up some… Read More »

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asking for help with the dance

Hello, reader. How are you doing? I’m asking for help with the dance. It’s a lot of energy. I believe in this work 100%, but I can’t do it just me and Ming. I need help holding the transqueer fat disabled dance. People help carry stuff to the car. Eugene Mask Block came yesterday. Good… Read More »

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worship

This post “worship” is a letter to a friend. Dear community, Thank you for letting me know you don’t consent to be deified. I’m sorry I deified you. That’s how I love by default: bahkti. I can love you in other ways, like you’re useful. Or I can try loving you like you’re just funny… Read More »

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studying Spanish

Hello, reader. How are you doing? Studying Spanish is grounding– so blissful. Sometimes I forget what grounds me, and then I remember. Feeling connected to a huge group of people is so comforting. Spanish is colonizer language, but widespread to the ones I need to speak with. Spanish is a place I can be myself… Read More »

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what music is for

Hey, reader.  How you doing?  Do you know what music is for?  Music is so pleasurable–for many of us, a reason to live.  Music transmits culture.  It sets a mood.  And it can connect people to other people like nothing else. My homegirl Bag is a noise musician and does experimental electronics.  She has a… Read More »