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Category: on Harm & Reciprocity

a book is standing up and actively on fire
on Chosen Family/on Decolonizing/on Generational Trauma/on Grief/on Harm & Reciprocity/on Rage

write me out of the family bible

I have no family but the one I choose. And I will choose them over and over and over again because I know what it's like to choose the wrong thing and suffer be...

large letters made of lights that spell "HOPE" against a backdrop of trees and hanging lights at night
on Chosen Family/on Decolonizing/on Generational Trauma/on Harm & Reciprocity/on Hope/on Love/on Praxis/the Work

chosen family: all you have is what you are

Each of us has to go on this journey of undoing the damage of our belief system in order to learn a new one, separately, although we can be in community while w...

Eyjafjallajokull volcano eruption in Iceland
on Chosen Family/on Chronic Illness/on Decolonizing/on Happiness/on Harm & Reciprocity/on Hope/on Neurodivergence/on Queerness

australia adventures: it’s okay to not be okay

I want to find the places where my soul belongs. I want to be in places that I love so much I will always miss them after I'm not there.

large lettering on a concrete wall: WALLS ARE MEANT FOR CLIMBING. LAND BACK TURTLE ISLAND PALESTINE. WALL OF SHAME. from the river to the sea Palestine will be free.
on Decolonizing/on Happiness/on Harm & Reciprocity/on Neurodivergence

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.

a brown-skinned hand holding a watermelon slice against a backdrop of water
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

an image of the sun showing a coronal hole facing the earth
on Deathwork & Griefwork/on Harm & Reciprocity/on Rage/Poems

a hole in the sun

there is a hole in the sun and it is shaped like Gaza

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hi, I'm Nix

The sidebar got too big so I moved all my words about me to a page: who is Nix?

want to follow me around?

I have a secure group chat on Signal! I use it to send messages sometimes, a few photos, song links, audio recordings, short videos, links to essays or posts I write here, and other foolishness. You'll be able to emoji react to what I post (like an Instagram broadcast channel), and if you want to respond to something you can message me separately if we're following each other there.

Here's the link to the group chat so you can request to join: a Traveling Dragon group chat on Signal


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CURRENTLY READING:

I am on StoryGraph tracking my reading and the reading challenges I've joined. You can go to my StoryGraph profile if you want to see what kind of reading I'm doing right now.

CURRENTLY WATCHING:

I am using MyDramaList now! Here's my MDL profile and my MDL watchlists. I recommend looking at my 2025 watchlist to see what I've watched already and what's on my massive personal wishlist for the year.

... when Skywoman arrived here, she did not come alone. She was pregnant. Knowing her grandchildren would inherit the world she left behind, she did not work for flourishing in her time only. It was through her actions of reciprocity, the give and take with the land, that the original immigrant became indigenous. For all of us, becoming indigenous to a place means living as if your children's future mattered, to take care of the land as if our lives, both material and spiritual, depended on it.

-- excerpt from Braiding Sweetgrass by Robin Wall Kimmerer

remember who you are

It is our suffering that brings us together. It is not love. Love does not obey the mind, and turns to hate when forced. The bond that binds us is beyond choice. We are brothers. We are brothers in what we share. In pain, which each of us must suffer alone, in hunger, in poverty, in hope, we know our brotherhood. We know it, because we have had to learn it. We know that there is no help for us but from one another, that no hand will save us if we do not reach out our hand. And the hand that you reach out is empty, as mine is. You have nothing. You possess nothing. You own nothing. You are free. All you have is what you are, and what you give.

-- excerpt from The Dispossessed: an Ambiguous Utopia by Ursula K. LeGuin

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