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I dream of disappointing my mother

Posted on December 11, 2022 by Nix Kelley / 1 Comment

I had a bad dream which was trying to be a good dream, but it was a bad dream because none of it is true.

a pile of monochrome question marks with WHAT spelled out on top of the pile

on Neurodivergence/on Praxis/on Queerness

what did I do this week?

Posted on November 26, 2022 by Nix Kelley / 0 Comment

I felt that I was playing favorites and hurting books’ feelings and my thought process got stuck there for a while.

'never forgotten' spray painted on an old metal door

on Deathwork & Griefwork/on Queerness/on Rage

TDOR: our safe spaces become violent

Posted on November 20, 2022 by Nix Kelley / 1 Comment

I want to remember my trans siblings today, but instead I have to witness from afar the same thing that always happens to us: violence, death, hatred.

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on Chosen Family/on Hope/on Queerness

on #NCOD

Posted on October 11, 2022 by Nix Kelley / 0 Comment

I’m not any binary of any kind; my gender is myself, which doesn’t — for me — need a word or phrase to describe it. It’s enough that I know that it’s my truth.

a three panel comic of a yellow bird and a purple computer chair. in the first panel, the bird says 'I can finally fix my posture in this new chair'. in the second panel, the bird sits in the chair and says 'ahh so comfy. let's play a bit'. in the third panel, the bird is sitting across the seat with legs in different directions; a caption reads '~40 minutes later~'.

on Chronic Illness/on Happiness/on Hope/on Neurodivergence/on Queerness/the Pandemic/the Work

this is all about me: I have become older

Posted on August 23, 2022 by Nix Kelley / 0 Comment

I have had a whole year to be forty-three, and I think it mostly went well. Forty-four is a weird number and I am looking at it with squinty suspicious eyes.

the end of a rainbow emerging from storm clouds over fields

on Deathwork & Griefwork/on Harm & Reciprocity/on Hope/on Queerness/the Pandemic

I want to love Pride month

Posted on June 2, 2022 by Nix Kelley / 0 Comment

I want accountability. I want change. I want rainbows that remind us to smile and recall how much we love each other, not rainbows that are held up in defiance ...