the Infinite – Page 13 – queer identity, death, hope, praxis, song lyrics, and sometimes hubris

a bare tree on a snow-covered slope, against a white sky

on Hope/on Praxis/the Cycle of the Seasons/the Work

twelve days

We are in a time of darkness but also a time when the promise of the light returning is deeply meaningful.

macro view of a frozen drop of water

on Hope/on Praxis/the Cycle of the Seasons/the Work

reaching toward the light

Trauma causes us to create new ways to behave, to keep ourselves safe, to keep the dark away.

a pink paper heart ripped in the middle, hanging on a red and white striped wire against a black background

on Deathwork & Griefwork/on Generational Trauma/on Harm & Reciprocity/on Hope/on Queerness

I dream of disappointing my mother

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?

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

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.

a person with two arms raised in a crowd, making a heart shape with both hands

I don’t want to be a big deal on the internet

I want to be able to stand before my gods before I pass into the sunlit lands and not be ashamed of who I was. I want to leave the place better than I found it.