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

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

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.

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.