the Infinite – Page 14 – queer identity, death, hope, praxis, song lyrics, and sometimes hubris

a dark path lined by trees, looking toward a break in the horizon bright with sunshine

on Deathwork & Griefwork/on Decolonizing/on Hope/the Work

decolonizing death, part one of many

I am doing my best to find the most harmonious way to hold my candle in the darkness so that you can see it and find me, bringing your own light, so that we hav...

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 child reaching through a hole in a wall, stretching out an arm and making eye contact with the camera

on being Exvangelical/on Decolonizing/on Harm & Reciprocity/on Hope/on Praxis/the Work

I could only lead you so far

Do you know what it feels like to be believed in? Have you experienced the incredible fortune of knowing that you matter?

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...

two brown hands holding a heart-shaped stone carved with the word 'Hope'

on Hope/on Praxis

hoping our way into the future

Try to remember what hope feels like. Try to believe that hope matters, even while the future is uncertain.