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lucky

“How did I get so lucky, to find this love?” He was half-asleep, naked except for his chonies again, his hair so messy and beautiful. “Oh, you have ocd and narcolepsy. You were in the bargain bin!” I looked at his smiling mouth and closed eyes. We were laughing. I imagined the bargain bin at […]

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my hero

My sweetie took me to Boulder City, which I always want to go to.  They have the Hoover Dam there.  We went originally for the Dam Short Film Festival. You know I don’t like movies.  But it was a sweet community outing.  I sat outside while they watched the movies.  I sat on a bench […]

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we all deserve a place

My friend gave me this shirt for my birthday.  It’s not my usual size but fits anyway.  I feel loved. the party Being social in person exhausts me.  It’s hard for me to concentrate and respond appropriately.  I want to drift off–I have to keep reeling myself back to shared reality.  Trouble staying on the […]

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art love

Hey, guess what.  Someone made this art of me.  It was part of a fat love mail exchange.  Wow, amazing. They said they looked at public pics of me on facebook and understood me.  Isn’t it cool?  With strangers like this, who needs friends!  Hahahaha–just kidding.  I need you, reader. But sometimes strangers are better […]

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how to be respected

I’ve been afraid to say some things in my writing because it can be vulnerable, and when I’m responded to with judgment, cruelty, disrespect, and lack of understanding, it hurts. I have certain disadvantages, as a fat crazy woman, and the world treats me in certain ways.  When I’m disrespected, that’s pretty normal for me.  […]

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give me the cloth and I’ll wipe my face

“Google is telling me words to say in this email” Ming told me.  Their suggest feature is his dream come true, as he has a language-related learning disability.  Writing an email that would take me three minutes can take him days. “Yeah, you love it when you’re handed words that help you know what to […]

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you are not too much

My friend gave me a surprise gift–these You Are Not Too Much cards came in the mail a few days ago.  I said, “Oh, this must be my present from A!” because she’d mentioned she ordered me a present that took a while and was finally on its way. These cards are the most validating […]

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night ride in Funkytown

The other morning, I was thinking about Funkytown.  Ming and I were planning our day.  “What should we do fun today?” I asked, a favorite question. “I don’t know,” he said. “Would you take me to Funkytown?” I asked. “Where’s Funkytown?” he asked. “Uh, Las Vegas?  Probably we live in Funkytown.  New Orleans?” He wasn’t […]

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revolution

I think Silvia Federici has a new old book Revolution at Point Zero. Guest Blogger here. Silvia’s book arrived today from PM Press in a brown paper wrapper. Our hero regular blogger, is an acolyte of Silvia and of Noam Chomsky. Boyfriend Noam is more well known. Boyfriend Noam is pretty old. If boyfriend Noam […]

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the blog post must resist the intelligence almost successfully

I was at an airbnb far away, in a different desert, with Ming and another friend.  The other friend left a note in the guestbook, and drew a bird that they left unfinished. I said I preferred the bird unfinished–anyone can draw a whole bird!  A bird half-sketched is way better! Alas, I think my […]