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mystical experiences

Hey, how are you doing? I was working on a post about mystical experiences here on Listening to the Noise Until It Makes Sense.  Then I decided to shunt it over to my autism blog because it turned out very pertinent to autism.  So it’s being read over there. It’s confusing to me, how to… Read More »

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mercy

Hello, I wrote something about mercy that felt important to me.  It’s some truth I sent as a post-argument email.  The ideas matter to me, and maybe it could enjoy a larger audience. Mercy = I don’t deserve your consideration.  Please give it to me anyway.  I’m a creature who makes mistakes.  Please see my… Read More »

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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 »