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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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cancel culture and unconditional love

I shared with a friend the blog post sacred song, about ishtadevas and re-finding a lovely tune I’d lost, but mostly about being accepted no matter what.  When I shared the post, I realized that although I don’t use the words, it’s about cancel culture and unconditional love. I made a zine some months ago,… Read More »

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valid park walker

“Do I look like a valid park walker?  Or weird lady who forgot to put her shirt on?” I asked Ming. It was my first time wearing a sports bra to walk at a park.  Not sure the world is ready for this panza.  But this panza is ready for the world.  Really, it has… Read More »

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sacred song

I was listening to youtube and it went to this sacred song. I was like–holy crap!  What is this song?  I had not heard it in so long.  I totally forgot about it.  Years ago I listened to it all the time.  I guess the name is not that catchy for me to recall.  Maybe… Read More »

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spirituality in activism

I fell in love with the desert, activism, and Ming all at the same time.  It was a Sacred Peace Walk, here in Nevada, two years before we moved here.  Spirituality in activism is important to me. Recently I read this essay Activism as Spirituality that spoke some truths that are important to me.  Please… Read More »

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Love & Rage

Race, Gender, and Anarchist Cultural Politics is a cool panel I saw online over zoom.  There were three speakers speaking some truth of their expertise. I learned a lot–something about anarchist propaganda in the Caribbean up to 1920, then some Spanish writers who were women, and also a little about Love & Rage, which was… Read More »

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saneism

A friend mentioned saneism, a word I don’t usually use because sane and insane don’t make a lot of sense to me.  But I like the naming of the idea of saneism.  Yes, I see it–discrimination, hate, lack of respect, and over-simplifying of people such as myself all the time. crazy camp The conventional belief… Read More »

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self-hate as motivation

Self-hate as motivation has never worked, for me.  For anything, that I can recall. I made a video of myself dancing, which I’d never done before.  It was partially in response to a youtube troll saying something mean to me about my body.  When I read his mean comment, I thought of some snappy comebacks… Read More »

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cabbage

“Uuugh!  Uuuuugh!  Jeeze, who needs weightlifting when you have cabbage?” I asked Ming.  I was in the kitchen, asking a free cabbage to submit to my will, to be sliced by my biggest knife, into the colander. “There’s a lot of cabbage in a cabbage,” I told Ming.  “That’s my wisdom for you today.” He… Read More »

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happy community

“What do you mean, it was dysfunctional!  As long as you did exactly what she said, exactly how she said to do it, everything was fine!”  We laughed, talking about happy community, reminiscing.  Yes, those were the days. daydreaming I was daydreaming about other futures.  We were thinking about where it would be best to… Read More »