From the COVID draft pile

Posted by on Apr 25, 2022

I wrote this back when covid first started, but never published it. I forgot all about it until I started digging through all my accounts I set up across the social media world, lol. It’s really interesting to me to remember where i was just two years ago.  — We live in a different world …

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in mourning

Posted by on Aug 8, 2019

–I had no idea I was wounded. I had no idea that the wound that tore apart my body wasn’t supposed to be there. There was no internet back then. No impulse to self-diagnose, no desire to share stories with others like you.

Slaying the Dream

Posted by on Apr 9, 2018

My daughter, the Warrior Princess, played her first game of volleyball when she was ten years old. Several of her friends also played, and so the long Saturday mornings in cold gymnasiums across the city playing friendly games of pick up volleyball were like parties for her. Every weekend she’d get to see her friends …

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Unions Make Us Strong

Posted by on Jan 28, 2018

The interesting thing as the MSU sex abuse scandals are developing, is how often so many different corners of the media world have tried to impose a ‘savior’ on the situation. Feminist minded people want Judge Aquilina’s sympathy for and fierce protection of victims to be the new standard we judge all judges by. The Atlantic went so …

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Wonder Woman

Posted by on Jun 27, 2017

I’ve never really liked Wonder Woman. I know a lot about her, I was a child of the 80s and watched the Linda Carter show and somehow managed to get a hold of multitudes of Wonder Woman comics that I’d read when there was nothing else to read. But even so. I was a queer …

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accepting fat

Posted by on Feb 28, 2017

I am fat. Which means that I care a lot about how fat people are treated and what it means to be fat. But I don’t talk about it very much because I get so irritated by the online fat acceptance narratives. You’ve probably heard of some of them, the biggest one being, that you can …

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and then it gets worse

Posted by on Feb 28, 2017

I’ve tried think of a way to say this, eloquently, dignified. But then I break into the crying and it won’t stop, not even when my mouth stretches wide open, no sound coming out but ugly squeaking, saliva dripping out like thin strands of mucus. My partner lost his job. He lost his job exactly …

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Surviving the war years 1

Posted by on Feb 13, 2017

So how do you keep going when it’s the war years? I’m tired of the only answers that question being connected to organizing, so I decided to write up something that centers ‘taking care of yourself’ that doesn’t dare to presume what you’ll be doing once you’ve taken care of yourself. One of the worst …

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the war years

Posted by on Feb 4, 2017

I’ve felt pretty guilty since the inauguration. I’ve watched the crowds of people cheering for #45, I’ve felt their pleasure in my bones. I’ve listened to their incomprehensible belief that 45 is the best thing that has ever happened to the US. My stomach has twisted with growing apprehension as hard red faces get tighter and meaner. …

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