Do not go gentle into that good night.
I wrote this in a chat group and now I write it for each of you. Take what serves you and leave the rest. No one is helpless. No one is hopeless.
Continue readingToday I had a young man by the name of Nicholas take me on in an attempt to shield a popular transphobe named Adam from rage. Adam had come in to my space and had displayed a profound hate towards transgender and intersex people.
Continue readingTwo-Spirit is a term used by Indigenous peoples to [Occupied] Turtle Island and [Occupied] Abya Yala. Turtle Island stretches from Alaska down to Mexico. Anything below that is Abya Yala. The entire landmass you know as “The Americas” was once ALL of Turtle Island.
Continue readingOn May 26th, 2022, my brain exploded two days after my heart stopped for three minutes, and I survived what is known as a “near-death experience.” Except it wasn’t near death; it was very much actual death.
Continue readingI died. For 3 minutes, my heart stopped. I knew I was dying; I felt my heart blip out as I screamed, “I’m dying!” in the recovery room. Pretty sure everyone in the building heard me.
Continue readingHow do I even begin to tell this story? At what point do I risk opening myself up to scrutiny, cries of “victim mentality,” accusations of being a “pathetic victim,” and the myriad of slurs and insults thrown at me with an almost salacious glee?
Continue reading“3rd grade is too young to see a corpse.” hear my auntie whisper to mama. Knew what mama would say before the words came rolling out between two puffs of a cigar. “He’s going.” Mama had the final word.
Continue readingYou will not survive authoritarianism because you don’t know how to do your laundry by hand. You will not survive a Trump presidency because you don’t know how to wash your blankets one by one in a bucket and lean with your full body weight on your shower chair. The holes provide a place to allow the water to flow through while the flat surface and your whole body weight prevents you from having to ring each one out by hand.
Continue readingWhenever I see the term “In the context of the rising Christofascist ideology in this country,” I think to myself about the many nights I spent in my boyhood with my pals sneaking out into the back roads, watching those tall pine crosses lighting up the clear night sky; ghosts dancing amongst the flames. Saturday night cross burning to Sunday morning sermons, complete with snakes and tongues.
Continue readingBefore I begin my very deep dive into daily writing here, whether it be on my publication or this profile, let’s set the record straight on boundaries in my space.
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