“Ooo, yeah. I’ve been wanting to write a blog post about loving unauthorized smells,” I told my good friend. “The smell of a hot iron is definitely a smell I’m not supposed to love.” My friend was ironing a tree skirt. That was part of a process of transforming the tree skirt into a Strawberry… Read More »
Hey, reader. How are you doing? Last post I was talking about that internal memo googledoc of what I want done with my stuff when I die. And now I want to write the statement to be released at the time of my death as a final message. Yes! But why wait? I intend to… Read More »
Hey, reader. How are you doing? It’s getting cold here. Feels wintery once it’s in the 30sF. The mind turns to death. Ming’s had death on the mind, and I have too. I’m sorry if it’s scary. I’ve been wanting to write a goodbye letter– not that I intend to die soon, but surprises happen.… Read More »
“Will you tell me your thoughts about what ritual is for?” I asked my dear one. We were on a road trip, driving south through redwood forest in Northern California. Me, Ming, my dear one, and Bunny–just the four of us, talking about death. “What kind of gathering do you want when you die?” my… Read More »
Hello, reader. How’ve you been? I’ve been thinking about physical pain. It’s part of life– some lives more than others. I hate physical therapy. Drugs can help. But drug policy in the US is racist, broken, and violent. I’m sorry we don’t have just ways of helping people, and healthcare is turned on its head.… Read More »
Disability is about power. I have differences in my body and mind; I’m excluded from important aspects of life: social, cultural, financial. Of course everyone has strengths and weaknesses. Small differences are tolerated, like being nearsighted and able to correct that with glasses. Big differences in mobility and how our senses work, not being able… Read More »
Hello, reader. How are you doing? I love Eugene. What a green place to live–I’ve decided I really like it and want to stay a while with Ming. This is our home for now. I love how Eugene changes me. Did I already tell you about the freedom I feel here to experience the full… Read More »
“Are you carrying too much burden?” I asked my dear one. I made a mistake at the tea shop–I ordered my boba tea without specifying non-dairy milk. So I gave my drink to my dear one who can have dairy. They were carrying two boba drinks as we walked back to my car. As usual… Read More »
Hello, reader. How are you doing? Local activist Candice Yemaya has passed over to the other side. I was crying yesterday when I found out, shocked. Rest in peace as we continue your vital community organizing work. I first met Candice in my backyard when Ming and I lived at Walnut Street Co-op. There was… Read More »
“Hey, dear. Should we let it be Christmas?” I asked Ming. It was two weeks ago, and I was writing at my desk. “Yeah,” Ming said. “Great,” I said. “What does that mean, to let it be Christmas?” Ming asked. “It means we get to listen to Christmas music mostly,” I said. “Oh, ok,” Ming… Read More »