on Queerness – Page 3

'never forgotten' spray painted on an old metal door

on Deathwork & Griefwork/on Queerness/on Rage

TDOR: our safe spaces become violent

I want to remember my trans siblings today, but instead I have to witness from afar the same thing that always happens to us: violence, death, hatred.

a rainbow flag hangs from the metal balcony of a brick building

on Chosen Family/on Hope/on Queerness

on #NCOD

I’m not any binary of any kind; my gender is myself, which doesn’t — for me — need a word or phrase to describe it. It’s enough that I know that it’s my truth.

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 ...

in a crowd at a peaceful protest gathering, a person in a white face mask and dark hair with glasses holds a sign that reads 'GOD IS NON-BINARY'

on Deathwork & Griefwork/on Queerness

queer people deserve deathcare

We are always grieving someone else, angry at another loss, raging at the injustice that the most vulnerable of us are always facing.

in a dim foggy light, a small winding river is lined with tall grasses and snow-frosted pine trees

on being Exvangelical/on Chronic Illness/on Generational Trauma/on Praxis/on Queerness

can you see in the dark?

You aren’t alone; but the more alone you believe that you are, the more your messiah complex will be able to dictate your feelings and choices.