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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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poke bowl

“Want some?” Ming asked.  He was eating a poke bowl. I made a weird facial expression.  “No thank you,” I said.  “For me, that’s worse than starvation food.  I would eat lichen before I ate that.” He found this answer amusing.  So I asked if I could take his picture.  He obliged kindly, kneeling by… Read More »

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love

“Listen to me!  You seem to think you’re 35 years old, in good health, and with it.  But you’re a senior or better, in so so health, and losing your mind!”  I was talking to Ming about his morning journey.  It was an act of love. His plan included taking the bus to a fasting… Read More »

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how I can dance in public

I made a new ecstatic dance video.  A friend asked me how I can dance in public, so I made this video to answer her question.  Felt great to talk about some of my favorite topics: choosing my values, dance ministry, creating the world I want to live in, shedding shame, fat validity, being a… Read More »

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mantis

I embroidered a mantis on a white teeshirt for Ming.  He likes it. That was the nickname I had for Ming, long ago, when we were young.  I called him Freaky Mantis.  He was very thin and angular.  I could see his ribs.  He would forget to eat. Medication changes and birthdays later, Ming is… Read More »

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MC River Victor

Hey, I go through phases where I listen to a lot of Joanna Newsom.  She is powerful medicine for me, as well as a freakin genius.  I can pick it up but have to put it back down again. I want to listen to Milk-Eyed Mender over and over.  It can be very stabilizing for… Read More »

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capitalism needs racism

Hey, how are you doing?  Ming and I came home.  I like home, but I get overwhelmed.  Too much to do!  So much mail to read!  Buy fruit, ride trike, dance a jig.  Theorize how capitalism needs racism. This morning I was thinking about how capitalism needs racism to function.  I was lying in bed… Read More »

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true, kind, and narcolepsy

“Is your cereal good?” I asked Ming. He nodded, his eyes closed, half-asleep. “Talking to you is like talking to a three year old, sometimes,” I said. “Trying to get a little kid to talk. Do you like those blocks? I like those blocks! Do you like the blue one? Which one is your favorite?”… Read More »