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MC Candy Foot

breakfast ingredients “You want a grackle for breakfast?” I asked Ming.  A grackle was vocalizing in the courtyard. “Yeah!” he said. “Oh, honey.  You don’t eat birds.  The only animals you eat are sea creatures.” “Well, that’s good because they both start with a c.” “Uh–grackle doesn’t start with a c.  It starts with a… Read More »

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caregivers for disabled people

Did you know Ming is disabled by ocd?   He mentions narcolepsy often, as his disability.  But ocd complexifies the narcolepsy all day long.  (This post is about caregivers for disabled people.) Imagine needing to keep track of everything you do, including pills you take, but you fall asleep a hundred times a day.  Imagine needing… Read More »

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power

I notice people are often called “mentally ill” to take away their power.  And I see people called “mentally ill” just for having any unwanted behavior. Yeah, I hear voices–I have strong moods, etc.  My mental health is more intense than most, maybe.  But anyone pushed to an extreme or really hurting can have strong… Read More »

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hugging a tractor

I painted these backgrounds and realized the kid-me would have been thrilled by the colors.  Lavender was my favorite color, when I was a kid, and pink with white. I was thinking how sometimes when a trans woman starts living as a woman, who had lived as a man, her way of dress and makeup… Read More »

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happy birthday to Mama

This morning I cooked of some veg sausage for Ming that had been sitting in the freezer for a while.  I was the main eater of soy sausage at our house, but I stopped eating soy in late summer.  So it was nice to cook the last three little patties, for him. I made Ming… Read More »

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my stims

I do this chuckle that’s a stim–a common one, of all my stims.  It’s a funny rhythmic chuckle, brief and not too loud. Also I make a sound sometimes like “hoey who hee who.”  It means nothing. I remember when my mom would make a sound related to “hoey.”  She seemed to make it like… Read More »

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MC River Victor

Hey, I go through phases where I listen to a lot of Joanna Newsom.  She is powerful medicine for me, as well as a freakin genius.  I can pick it up but have to put it back down again. I want to listen to Milk-Eyed Mender over and over.  It can be very stabilizing for… Read More »

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disability justice

I love books.  Ideas, words, and language are my favorite.  I also love forming a relationship with a writer–a virtual relationship, usually, when I don’t know them personally.   I connect with the writer through what they’ve created.  We form something imaginary yet somehow real? But I can get overwhelmed by books, and then intimidated by… Read More »

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basil bride

Hey, guess what.  Me and pesto are getting married.  Here’s me as basil bride. Amaranth towers behind me.  Blue-leaved cruciferous veg is small and will grow into delicious foods.  This is in front of the Las Vegas Catholic Worker, part of the garden. I keep stems of basil in a mason jar on the counter,… Read More »

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rabbit magic

I made some arts.  The pretzel snake one is too funny, not sure what I’m going to do with it. Then I made something that means a lot to me.  I made it and felt sort of possessed and amazed by my own art, like–wow, how did that happen.  The words fit just right, almost… Read More »