here {a poem}
we hold hands in the dark deep earth
Category: on Chosen Family
briefly for a few moments in space-time
everything that we are will always go on. nothing that we are will ever truly disappear, until the universe itself is no more than someone else's memory.
on Books I've Read/on Chosen Family/on Dramas I've Watched/on Happiness/on Neurodivergence/the Cycle of the Seasons
and now I am forty-six
I feel hopeful. I haven't felt very hopeful in a while. I feel like there are people and things and places in this timeline that I haven't got to quite yet, and...
the defiance and pain of queer being
We are so beautiful. Even as we dance and glitter and breathe an air maybe only temporarily free, we are beautiful. So long as we exist, we will always be light...
on Chosen Family/on Decolonizing/on Generational Trauma/on Harm & Reciprocity/on Neurodivergence/on Praxis/the Work
capitalism makes no sense to me
When I reject the concept that exploitation of people or resources is just, it becomes antithetical to believe that any of us should put anyone else in a positi...
I am one with my queerness and my queerness is with me
I love you, my siblings. My family. My dearest friends.