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Recent posts
i need to do some updating
this is (one of the things) what’s gotten me stuck in the past. i published this site and i already feel like i need to make changes. my, for lack of a better work, “practice” is not necessarily what i thought it would be, and i can see it shifting.
i feel like i should go with that flow, but also without letting go of the things that give me joy.
another queer art party
fresh off the heels of completing another queer art party, i feel gratitude this morning. for community. for connection. for my liberty, at this moment, to commit myself to this work.
I woke up this morning, gently, to the sound of rain and the smell of petrichor, a gentle breeze blowing over my bare skin, and it felt like a gift from Mother Nature, Mother Earth, from the wind, from whichever, any and all aspects of the Divine.
fucking taxes
i haven't had the energy to / prioritized posting here lately (i feel like i say this a lot) .
i'm sitting with my anxiety tonight. i know if i go to bed now, i will lie awake and stare at the ceiling with my thoughts spinning from subject to subject.
today was a lot. it’s been a lot a lot
today was a lot. it’s been a lot a lot lately. today i had to (as usual on a workday) get my kids up and ready for school, and out the door (juuuust) in time for the bus. i had a staff meeting, and then a doctor’s appointment — i forgot to eat.
liberation now
I’m probably not the first to say this, and i don’t claim this as original thought, but: to realize a liberated future, we must live a liberated now.
There is a fair amount of privilege behind even being able to conceive of such a thing, and, for survival’s sake, our ability to hew to this mantra varies wildly from individual to individual.
documenting the mundane
I haven’t posted in a few days. I’ve been busy / didn’t have anything i really wanted to say. I did want to lean into the idea of documenting the mundane, instead of censoring myself and attempting to focus only on the things i think will be interesting to other people to hear about.
i've got a meeting in eight minutes
i've got a meeting in eight minutes. i've been going since about 7am. a bit before if you count rolling out of bed to take a shower. my kids have been on a kick of getting up early lately, which is kinda great on one level but i also enjoy being warm and cozy in bed.
i'm tired, but i'll keep going anyway
i'm tired of always striving. of having to meet other's expectations, while having no expectations of anyone else.
i feel like i'm not alone in this feeling. though it feels very isolating. i keep reading about how isolated people feel right now, and in some ways i think we all make it worse sometimes. but also there is this feeling of needing to protect ourselves.
if you're too fragile to deal with your internalized white supremacy, please go away
i take a stand against antisemitism and racism, and i lose community.
and if i was not immediately upfront about the antisemitism, it's because — as the target of said antisemitic behavior — i did not feel comfortable calling it out to the people committing it.
and the day came
i wrote a thing. it might be awful. it might be a really shitty take. i might someday learn to share my work without preamble, BUT NOT TODAAAAAAY! 🤪
EDIT: I wanted to add a credit and link back to a piece that inspired this, by Esther Alter, who I would like to thank for permission to credit her.
and the day came
a journal because my brain no worky so good
I’m trying to focus on a particular piece i want to write, but it’s not coming out right and i’m worried it’s feeling forced. I hate working to deadlines. It feels like another one of those things artificially placed upon us by capitalism. By fascism.
best laid plans... (just do and thrive)
I mentioned in my last post that i'd been working on expanding some of my recent writing efforts, including the piece posted there, as suggested.
however — i've also been playing around with another concept that was none of the things i suggested previously 😅 (because i am nothing if not inconsistent!)