briefly for a few moments in space-time
everything that we are will always go on. nothing that we are will ever truly disappear, until the universe itself is no more than someone else’s memory.
on Books I've Read/on Chosen Family/on Dramas I've Watched/on Happiness/on Neurodivergence/the Cycle of the Seasons
and now I am forty-six
I feel hopeful. I haven’t felt very hopeful in a while. I feel like there are people and things and places in this timeline that I haven’t got to quite yet, and the possibilities have not been erased. Even though this might be the darkest timeline, here we all are.
the premonition, by banana yoshimoto
Reading this book was like pausing and allowing the story to come to me as it was. Reading this book was like a tea ceremony, measured and careful and holy and warm and whole unto itself.
in my queer media era
Living in community with others, with love as a guiding principle, is helping me remember to assume the best about my family members.
on Deathwork & Griefwork/on Decolonizing/on Grief/on Harm & Reciprocity/on Praxis/on Rage/Poems/the Work
we are Atlas
a better world is possible
it will take all of us to make it
where ‘all of us’ means those who will do the work
the defiance and pain of queer being
We are so beautiful. Even as we dance and glitter and breathe an air maybe only temporarily free, we are beautiful. So long as we exist, we will always be light in the darkness.