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things we’re not supposed to talk about

“Hey, dear.  My asshole feels burning, sort of like I ate a hot chile.  Is that ok?” I asked Ming. “Yeah,” he said. “Only I didn’t eat a hot chile.  Maybe it’s from when I had diarrhea, previous night.  Did that ever happen to you?” I asked “Yeah,” he said. “Oh, but you always eat… Read More »

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feelings about adoption

I made this post adoption is not the solution.  I wanted to shed some light on the adoption struggle, the truth about adoption, and how lies about adoption fuel the anti-choice movement.  Feelings about adoption are strong, and of course it’s a complex subject. I was trying to add nuance to the pool of ideas,… Read More »

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be my guest

Hello, I’m so excited–my second guest blog post Disabled Permaculture is out on my friend’s Awkward Botany blog.  Please take a look! I talk about how Ming and I are disabled, how disabled permaculture is a great way for us to garden and do community, and how it’s part of our interdependent family.  Gardening is… Read More »

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sour

I tasted some yogurt that was very sour.  Normally I like plain yogurt, but this was an 8 on the sour scale.  It made me shiver. “Somebody give that goat a better life,” I said.  “Pet her head and feed her a carrot.  At least the green top of a carrot.” The goat was very… Read More »

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what I struggle with

My good friend up in Canada told me she enjoys witnessing how I love myself unconditionally.  She likes how I accept myself where I’m at, in so many ways.  “I’m sure there must be some things you struggle with.  But I love how you accept yourself,” she said.  The topic of what I struggle with felt… Read More »

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tortilla

“Are you mad at that tortilla?” I asked Ming.  Then I started laughing.  “I never said that sentence before.  I get a thrill,” I said.  He had moved a box that had a plate on it, with a tortilla.  It made a slamming sound, like tortilla anger. Tortillas are the most beautiful, innocent, perfect things… Read More »

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the Disillusionment of Nine O’Clock

  I have these two orange sharpies–one is neon orange, and one is pumpkin orange, but their caps are almost the exact same color.  Wtf! I don’t like to be overly weird about spelling, word forms, or grammar, but it bothers me when people confuse breath and breathe. If my desk was a sculpture art… Read More »