Pleasure is Revolutionary
I once heard a friend loosely quote William Burroughs: “If, after spending an hour with someone, you feel like you’ve lost a pint of blood, they are a succubus. Run.” Make no mistake—this president-elect is that. [...]
I once heard a friend loosely quote William Burroughs: “If, after spending an hour with someone, you feel like you’ve lost a pint of blood, they are a succubus. Run.” Make no mistake—this president-elect is that. [...]
I am generally the kind of woman that takes action. “Think it, plan it, do it,” is how I operate once I decide on a course of action. But in this political climate, I’ve experienced a [...]
It is still less than a week since we discovered how truly off course this country is. And life is continuing. The world has not ended. Darkness and light continue their sworded dance. In spite of [...]
Are you afraid? Me too. Some people will tell you not to live in fear. They will tell you that the opposite of fear is love and try to sell you the snake oil of their [...]
A sweet friend and I held an intimate grief and healing circle last night. When I announced it, I received so many responses acknowledging my gift to community, as if I were doing something noble. The [...]
It is a hard day to be a citizen of the US. I wonder if this is what it is like to feel like the family member of a mass shooter. To love the country that [...]
Grief in my heart like a stone. Fear in my throat like a noose. Hopelessness envelopes me like a cloak. Do not push me so quick to fight. Do not give me new age rhetoric about [...]
Impatience is a common trait, especially in Western societies where discomfort is met with little tolerance. Remember late 2020 when retail establishments began to open up, but not everyone returned to work? The frustration, long lines, [...]
If I had stayed there, I would have had a lot of memories after her to balance out the association. But she was one of the last memories of the last of my childhood. And I [...]
I am not gushing out the blood of my abuse.The compound fractures of my childhoodaligned,metal-roddedand sewn up almost seamlessly.The scars of bone and skin now so faint and thin,even I forget they are there,except sometimes,when I [...]