Hello, reader. How are you doing? I’m thinking about consent and power. Also consent and autism, and consent in families. Consent is sacred. I’m always learning how to be respectful, including better ways to ask hear real answers have boundaries understand norms and social rules know myself spend enough time alone to clear others’ energy… Read More »
Hello, reader. How are you doing? I like land acknowledgement. Do you like it? I’m writing to you from a library in Astoria, Oregon. The people here are Clatsop. This is my second visit to Astoria, and I’m thrilled to be here with Ming. We came so I could worship the Columbia River. I like… Read More »
Hey, reader. How’s tricks? Where are you comfortable and feel like yourself? I’ve been thinking about city vs rural vs wild. Backing up, I could ask: Are you ever comfortable and feel like yourself? I’ve said before that I’m only comfortable when I’m alone. But that’s not true. With Ming and a few other people,… Read More »
Hello, reader. How are you doing? Studying Spanish is grounding– so blissful. Sometimes I forget what grounds me, and then I remember. Feeling connected to a huge group of people is so comforting. Spanish is colonizer language, but widespread to the ones I need to speak with. Spanish is a place I can be myself… Read More »
Hey, reader. How are you doing? Ming’s been drawing these beautiful chalk things. I’ve been thinking about why I say I love you all the time. Yesterday I realized that some people might not understand. So allow me to explain. I say I love you all the time because I’m trying to be clear about… Read More »
Hello, reader. How are you doing? I thought you might like this poem about white people. Or you could find it offensive and hate it, then hate me. But if so, maybe you could learn something along the way. What’s writing on the internet for? Learning is my goal. I think a lot about how… Read More »
Hello, reader. Happy new year–how are you? Do you have experience talking with kids about racism? I was sad the other day, remembering when I worked on a reservation in the Eastern Sierras in California and I flubbed an opportunity. race Talking with kids about racism is confusing because I respect kids as bright people… Read More »
I hate how white people love. It’s so transactional and cautious. White people love with an eye dropper. There is your portion. We would not want to spoil you with too much. I hate how white people love the way they spice foods. A flavor is too big a commitment. Spices are dangerous because surprise… Read More »
“I like how you’re Jewish, but you’re more Mexican than me,” I told my homegirl. She’s from San Diego, farther south than my homeland. We were in her lesbian conveyance–aka Subaru–listening to Gasolina by Daddy Yankee. “It’s actually Puerto Rican,” she said. “Daddy Yankee is Puerto Rican.” We were talking about Reggaeton, music, beats, culture.… Read More »
Hello, reader. How are you? Did you ever hear the term white utopia? Have you ever lived in an attempted one? My housemate mentioned this term to me, and it was terrible and distressing. I’m grateful for the helpful label, to sum up something I’ve been noticing here in Oregon. the CSA potluck We went… Read More »