on #NCOD
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.
I could only lead you so far
Do you know what it feels like to be believed in? Have you experienced the incredible fortune of knowing that you matter?
apocalypse of the self
This is a reckoning that has needed to happen ever since the first harm was done. This is a chance to do it better this time.
on apocalypses
And we keep waking up every day, doing stuff, maybe doing more stuff, looking for the things that might comfort us, asking the world for meaning, and then we lie in bed and either fall asleep or stare up and wonder what the planet would be like if we were all gone.
hoping our way into the future
Try to remember what hope feels like. Try to believe that hope matters, even while the future is uncertain.
a deathworker’s statement on Queen Elizabeth II’s passing
On this day, I acknowledge the grief of many while acknowledging the celebration by others. Such is the dichotomy that death presents to us, I suppose.