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oboe

“Yeah, I told him you played oboe,” Ming said. We were talking in the kitchen, and I was prepping veg.  Paused at the cutting board, I waited for Ming’s acknowledgement of the joke, to share humor. A few seconds passed, I realized it wasn’t a joke, and my jocular emotion turned to stark horror. “You… Read More »

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what I’ve learned at the radical faerie sanctuary

Hello, reader.  How you doing?  I’ve looked for community for a long time.  So many forms I’ve found.  Finally I can be my whole self somewhere: queer trans witches are wanted.  Disabled, crazy, and fat people are ok–almost the norm.  So I keep showing up with Ming, responsible and caring about myself, other people, the… Read More »

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sample day plan meme

This sample day plan meme is not entirely accurate. I message loved ones in the morning also, and I don’t tend plants every day. Often I go out to visit with a friend or attend an event. Sunning is only possible on sunny days. But this meme gives you an idea. This is how I… Read More »

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favorite flowers

Hello, reader.  How are you doing?  What are you favorite flowers?  I met a lady at a cafe who said she’s crazy about flowers. “You wouldn’t know it, looking at me,” she said.  “You’ll have to come back in the summer.” She pushed up her sleeve to show me a big flower tattoo on her… Read More »

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events

Hello, how are you doing?  Disabled and cute, like me?  Maybe fat and happy, like me.  Or tired and brilliant, like Ming.  Good hearted, like both of us.  I want to tell you about timing for events, when it comes to disabled people. timing I hate when events are not kept to schedule.  Feels sketch… Read More »

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chuck e cheese

Does this ever happen to you?  You’re going about your day, doing your thing, and suddenly in your mind you get a very vivid sense of a place.  A place from your past.  This has happened to me for countless years–most of my life?  Lately, the place is often… Chuck E Cheese. It’s kind of… Read More »

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time out

I like to give myself a time out when I’m overstimulated or overwhelmed.  In my bedroom, with the lights off, lying in bed in the half-dark–that’s a time out.  There’s nothing punishing about it.  In fact, it’s my joy.  It’s rest, and rest is everything to me. My circuits get overloaded sometimes.  Probably that could… 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 »