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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… Read More »

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how to be crazy

Hey, reader. How are you doing? Do you know how to be crazy? I have a ton of practice. My life’s work could be summarized: explaining how to be crazy in a way that benefits us all. Recently I joined a group on social media for psychosis and schizophrenia. You know my diagnosis is under… 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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my attention is valuable

Hello, reader. How are you doing? Recently I learned that my attention is valuable. I don’t owe it to anyone. In fact, it’s more valuable than gold! Gold grew in many caverns. My attention only grows one place. I had been compulsive about getting back to people. Responsiveness was something I carried too far. Oops!… Read More »

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St Patrick

Dear friend, I was in a sacred, holy place which is simultaneously mundanely everyday, where we can eat oatmeal and chop a lot of carrots. I saw this bottle of hot sauce with St Patrick stuck to it, and of course I thought of you. Both St Patrick and hot sauce are (or were) important… Read More »

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who kept me alive when I was in my 20s

Hello, reader. How are you doing? I was just thinking about who kept me alive when I was in my 20s. content warning: mentions of suicidal desire I was seriously traumatized in my youth. Then that decade of 20-30 as I healed– it was a lot of work to stay alive. The lost decade, I… Read More »

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support saves lives

Hello, reader. How are you doing? I’m thinking about how support saves lives. Ming and I live in an affordable housing co-op which has 70 units. That’s the largest intentional community I’ve ever lived in, and I’ve learned that 100 people is too many for me. When Ming and I move somewhere else, we hope… Read More »

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talk to the wind

Hello, reader. How are you? Yesterday I went to a wild park with Ming. People ride horses there. There are some creeks and a fork of the Willamette River. I went there to sun, rest, and talk to the wind. I showed up in a horrible mood. So sad, missing my mom like hell, peevish,… Read More »

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what friendship is for

Hello, reader. Do you think about what friendship is for? I’m showing up for friendship so I can engage a being mutually and learn a thing I could never otherwise learn. Here are some various reasons to do friendship. activity partner comrade someone to bounce ideas off– for perspective build community networking see if this… Read More »

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what we tolerate

Hello, reader. How are you doing? I’m thinking about what we tolerate. Some things I’ll no longer tolerate. It shifts as I continue to grow up. I’m getting ready to crone– done giving the titty to sad, lost babies in the wild. Some wounds, traumas, and bad behaviors are ok– some are not. I want… Read More »