fragments of self
The self that exists in meatspace and on the internet has become fragmented in a way that deeply upsets me.
Category: on Queerness
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I write what hurts my feelings
The pain leads me to what is true.
fight like hell for the living
It is never far from my thoughts that some of us have already said our last words to those who are beloved.
ugh
I have been in peri-menopause for a while now, at least three years, I think? Maybe more? I should be keeping better track.
I dream of disappointing my mother
I had a bad dream which was trying to be a good dream, but it was a bad dream because none of it is true.
what did I do this week?
I felt that I was playing favorites and hurting books’ feelings and my thought process got stuck there for a while.