the Infinite – Page 13 – queer identity, death, hope, praxis, song lyrics, and sometimes hubris

'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 person with two arms raised in a crowd, making a heart shape with both hands

I don’t want to be a big deal on the internet

I want to be able to stand before my gods before I pass into the sunlit lands and not be ashamed of who I was. I want to leave the place better than I found it.

$written in white chalk on pavement are the words 'TOGETHER WE WILL CHANGE THE WORLD'$

on Harm & Reciprocity/on Praxis

the math of harm

Doing the math of harm doesn’t mean that I get to disconnect myself from my choice once I’ve made it.

a person with aluminum foil obscuring their face, with hands on both sides of their face, in multicolored light

on Chosen Family

chaotic weirdo

If you’re wondering if I have some sort of requirement to inject some Tolkien into almost everything I do, maybe that’s My Brand.

on Chosen Family/on Praxis/the Cycle of the Seasons/the Work

I am home

...no matter how long the night, the day will come. The light will return. There are always things to fear; and there is always hope.

tilt-shift view of feet in sneakers, presumably belonging to people sitting atop a stone wall

on Hope/on Praxis

a fire sale, if I had things to sell

What I could do, though, was witness it. So that someone was there and you weren’t alone.