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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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fat folks tarot

Oh hey, something exciting happened.  My good friend Ariel said I can use her name in my blog.  Wow!  Thank you, Ariel.  Another exciting thing is my Fat Folks Tarot deck arrived, a gift from two good friends who live elsewhere.  What a supportive, kind gift to nourish my well-being.  I was so happy.  I… Read More »

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my body

“There must be something normal about my body.  I just gotta find what it is,” I told Ming.  I was laughing. “I’m a pretty normal height,” I said.  “I really like my height!”  Ponder ponder ponder.  “My eyes!  Brown is a normal eye color, right?”  Ponder ponder. I considered my fingernails.  Nope, they are strangely… Read More »

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qigong

This blog post is formed as a letter addressing my friend who teaches qigong.  I thought it might have a broader appeal, talking about health, therapeutic relationship, fatness, and grief.  I don’t go into how qigong helps me feel amazing–my body feels free and loose, almost magical, humming with goodness.  Another time I will explain… Read More »

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what withdrawal feels like

“You have no idea what withdrawal feels like,” I told Ming.  We were headed toward home–I’d asked if we could go out for smoothies, then a walk at the park right there.  My pumpkin smoothie was delicious. “I’m sorry you feel despair,” Ming said. “It’s not despair,” I said.  “It’s not just being sad, but… Read More »

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detox

Oh hey, I’m doing a detox, suffering from withdrawal from a part of my life I need to leave behind.  I need two weeks and I will feel better.  As for now, it’s time to feel like puking. This art I already partly showed you is here above my desk where I can look at… Read More »

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no fun land

“Well, that was a lil foray into No Fun Land,” I told Ming. He’d been worried my old stomach ulcer was cancer.  He heard this lecture, maybe a CEU for his nursing license, about ulcers–it freaked him out for my well-being.  Poor sweetheart.  I comforted him with multiple facts: My iron level is great, so… Read More »

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my body is mine

Hey, I made this art I wanted to show you: my body is mine.  This is just the sentencey part.  It’s about choosing to expend energy on relationships in a way that’s in keeping with my values. dark green words on pink: My body is mine. My heart, mind, and life are mine. I need… Read More »

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clouds

Oh hey, gmorning.  Could I show you some pictures?  These clouds amazed me the other day, in the early morning. Then here’s another sky pic.  What do you think of these clouds?  Stormy!  So pretty!  That sunny part seemed like a magical light place, a portal to a bright world I could dream about. Then… Read More »

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altered state

I had an experience where I went into a mentality different from my usual and got a message from my mom.  It was an altered state, like when people use mushrooms, LSD, peyote, fasting, or holotropic breathing to enter an altered state.  Or psychosis, delusions, visions, or other mental health experiences that are common for… Read More »