the Pandemic – the Infinite

a three dimensional web of green rope against a clay colored background

on Chronic Illness/on Mental Health/on Queerness/the Pandemic

fragments of self

The self that exists in meatspace and on the internet has become fragmented in a way that deeply upsets me.

on Chosen Family/on Chronic Illness/on Deathwork & Griefwork/on Decolonizing/on Harm & Reciprocity/on Mental Health/on Queerness/the Pandemic

I write what hurts my feelings

The pain leads me to what is true.

a rusted car in front of a concrete block structure, all covered in climbing vines and other flora

on Deathwork & Griefwork/on Decolonizing/on Praxis/the Pandemic

apocalypse of the self

This is a reckoning that has needed to happen ever since the first harm was done. This is a chance to do it better this time.

an old barn with fading red paint beside a large tree, against a midwest summer stormcloud background

on Deathwork & Griefwork/on Decolonizing/on Praxis/the Pandemic

on apocalypses

And we keep waking up every day, doing stuff, maybe doing more stuff, looking for the things that might comfort us, asking the world for meaning, and then we li...

a three panel comic of a yellow bird and a purple computer chair. in the first panel, the bird says 'I can finally fix my posture in this new chair'. in the second panel, the bird sits in the chair and says 'ahh so comfy. let's play a bit'. in the third panel, the bird is sitting across the seat with legs in different directions; a caption reads '~40 minutes later~'.

on Chronic Illness/on Happiness/on Hope/on Neurodivergence/on Queerness/the Pandemic/the Work

this is all about me: I have become older

I have had a whole year to be forty-three, and I think it mostly went well. Forty-four is a weird number and I am looking at it with squinty suspicious eyes.

the end of a rainbow emerging from storm clouds over fields

on Deathwork & Griefwork/on Harm & Reciprocity/on Hope/on Queerness/the Pandemic

I want to love Pride month

I want accountability. I want change. I want rainbows that remind us to smile and recall how much we love each other, not rainbows that are held up in defiance ...